i ask mySelf why,
but hAVe no answErs, just ***.
now i reMembEr.

When the hot sunlight meets the shadows of the night,
When the sea foam kisses and lingers on the sandy shore,
When the dry leaves lay with the sodden grass below,
I smile to myself, because it's how the world works.

When the darkest clouds throw down their rainy assault,
When the icy wind brings chills and steals hope,
When the last tree gnarls,  and dies alone,
I smile to myself, because it's how the world works.

When the eyes of the masses are opened and enlightened,
When the thoughts that turn to words are turned to deeds,
When the deeds of one may benefit all,
I laugh to myself, because I've changed the world.

Must I lay and wait here scheming,
While the world can drift off dreaming,
Of days filled with love and feeling.
I just glare up at the ceiling.

How I wish I could be sleeping,  
The clock ticks on, still time keeping.
Cars outside, horns are beeping,
Exasperated, almost weeping.

All the helplessness I'm feeling,
Devoid of reason and of meaning.
Oh I'd find it so appealing,
If I could just lay here dreaming.

Folded precision,
from plain page to final form,
At last, I take flight

Thats right, I took it!
Take it back if you want to,
I'll wait as you try.

The storm rages on,
an endless cycle.
Territory won and lost daily,
doomed to repeat.

Relentless waves of attack,
pounding upon steadfast walls
lined with tiny timbers,
encrusted in golden pebble-dash,  
the armour of Poseidon's minions
on display as grim defiance.

The tides of battle turn constantly,
but with each assault the fortress falters.
Foamy charges batter and breach,
tearing down the walls,
melting into nothing.

With just sand, sticks and shells left,
strewn over the battlefield,
the war is over...
Until, the next summer's day

The many steps a man must take
can make one feel so weary,
but when he finds his feet in place
they'll take him on a journey.

Step by step they lead the way,
an adventure so profound,
but as you try to reach the stars
keep them planted on the ground.

'cross beaches, woods and mountain paths,
the routes we all must take,
we follow to our destiny,
but we decide our fate.

For the drone that flies
quickest, fastest, straight and true,
the queen bee cares not