Hail The Lord Becker
Long may he reign over all men
It's snowing on Mt. Fuji

A rock by life's shore met tidal strife,
Thrown about each season's page

Safely in Poseidon's mighty hand
Turns into its pure form - sand.

Each grain hewn, a silicate image
of God's dreams now come to life.

Maybe I'm ready for the end of the world
Or maybe I'm just impatient.
Today was supposed to signify a magnitude of things;
Mostly our love.
But the suns dancing overshadows what should've been.
I'm waiting for it to be cold again
To once more reflect unshattering icicles
Replacing my heart.
I'm too tired and you're too far away.
This is a waiting game
And I am losing.