That am I
Clouds and currents
Rushing by
Isolated
No ferry stops
No bridge to cross
Too cold to swim
So stranded here
In my beliefs
While rowboats rock
Tied up to dock
Isolated
No ferry stops
No bridge to cross
Too cold to swim
So stranded here
In my beliefs
While rowboats rock
Tied up to dock
It’s lingered there
As long as I remember
While the horizon calls to me
And the tunnel
Is only the sum of my fears
Confining me
The light is soft
Though harsh
Streaming in
Through doors
All open
On the right
An inviting light
Nonetheless too bright
And as I tread
Ever-so-gingerly
Down the corridor
While I tried to be brave
Standing on sorrow’s shore
Adding my own tears
To the deluge
No
Through me
No
No no
She looked into me
Deeply
She looked into me
Into a place
No one had looked before
I will be the willow
And not the hammer
I will be the water
And not the rock
Where there is hate
I will love
Where there is greed
I will give
After a while
All anyone sees of me
Is the walls
After a while
All that is left of me
Is the walls