A Fish Out of Water.

day turns to night,
and night to day.
hours pass on, and the world spins.
it spins madly on,
the speed too fast for you to handle.
but you don't feel it.
we don't feel the speed and the quickness underneath our feet.
as we are oblivious, time passes by.
and the young hands you used all those years are now crusty, weak, fragile,
old.

it was a wild idea to start,
a drip on the head got it wet in the heart,
and it looked like a river but was just a freeway
in the dark
oh, in the dark

sometimes i wonder if i'm a fish out of water.
desperate to go home,
but i don't know where home is.
it's kind of like a stroke on a blank sheet.
you have no idea where it will go,
but it's a start.

"it begins."

am i just chained to the art?
or is the art chained to me?
you can't tell, because the image is so dark.
so grey like the graphite i hold in my hand.
every word or touch of the paper,
i'm forming an anomaly.

you are a long ways up river from home
right here this water is mean but it's the same as your own
you better swim for your life
it's both at the same time

everyone looks at things in different ways.
with different opinions and feelings on the subject.
i feel like a shadow.
in the background, unable to shape or form into the person it's connected to.
but it observes the world around it.
and when day hits night, it disappears.
invisible until the next shining of the sun.

in shadow, in dark
in cold wind, open up your heart
'cause time brushes on your face
and one loved them - every new shape

one loved them for what could not get left behind or washed away

i'm trying.
to be better, stronger, faster.
to be an example for myself to lean back on.
to be the adviser to my decisions: and to be a good one.
i want to be able to think of love,
and to not scowl. or not frown.
i want to be able to see it as many do,
something to be cherish and something to be found.
but it's hard to be an explorer,
when all you've seen so far is disappointing.

the war is our hearts and lovers in the band we love
we keep breaking our backs, hoping that it gives enough,
oh, what do you need, oh, what do you need

tick tock, goes the clock.
and i am running out of time.
"speed it up."
i'm turning the gears as quickly as i can.
but i don't have the strength to go on.
how i wish to have more hands, to have someone,
unlike me,
to help me finish the job.

i know i use this too much,
but i feel like a wave.
you know, waves are a type of thing that always changes.
that is never the same shape or the same color.
the light hits different areas,
and darkness is deep and buried.
but i want to just dive in, and forget what is on land.
i'd love just drift away,
and never hit solid earth again.

it'll be just me,
flowing forever in the water.

oh man, there's ladders to the sky, building up a high rise
oh man we won't last long but we're giving it our best try
don't you know you're alive, you know you're alive
none of us save the day, but the war it told you

and we don't know what's left, but we feel it's coming back soon
so we're standing in the street staring at a blood red moon
we are the tide
we are the tide

with love and light,
eve morgan