Docks

Can you feed me some light?

From up here I can’t decide

Where we’re going

Where we’re going to

I could spend some time

Running from the news

Down by the docks I drowned all my money

And I feel no pain ‘cause I feel no pride

But when that mirror dries

I get fucked up on “who am I”

Who am I?

As time arranged for all to fade away

Can you see through the night?

To be someone is to be someone, so it is to believe

Have you packaged all of your pretend?

Let it sink to the bottom my friend

Floating like a bottle to the shore

Of my soul

Just willingly witnessing, waiting and listening

To the mantra of memory and the collection of past

Is truth’s center surfaced by our inner pessimist?

Or can we re-see the glass?

As time arranged for all to fade to black

Vacant silences, un-divided and cold, clear waters will take your fears from you

Vacant silences, un-divided and cold, clear waters will take your fears from you…