When the trials of life seem to much to bear
I wish to be swept up in an ocean of air
Wash me up on a foreign shore
Discover a place I've ne'er been before
As the ocean rolls me day after day
All of my troubles just fade away
Endless oblivion, a new beginning
Hope that this time I will know to stop sinning
As I arrive I'm too late to find
Its all the same and I'm just as blind
There must be some way out of here
As I find no escape my soul sheds a tear
There are many here among us
Who feel life is but a joke
Said he in a hooded cloak
As he showed the landscape thus
But my sins I must confess
Said I turning white as oak
No reason to get excited
The thief he softly spoke
None here but the devil
And all his condemned folk
From my wicked dream I awake
My skin feverish hot and clammy wet
No water could my dry mouth slake
Thoughts race in terror, body soaked in sweat
As I face everything brought by the new day
Try as I may I begin to forget
The nightmare has slipped away
Jarring and terrible though it was
A single moment did it give pause
for me to consider my life as a whole
Only to find my soul as black as coal
My life a kin to the dust bowl dance
Oh how I've wasted my last chance
-N
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