Doable were dreams that were caressed
Concerning oneself with a test unless
Reality was a yearn that whistled
In a false and beautiful tune
Singing to the late and the break of the new day
Satisfied in a lie that was nothing but the rivers truth
We all do abide
Struggling through the break fast star path
That changed with seasons in do right haste
Knowing deep inside I was never any fun
Wrong were the facts that we believed so easily yet so hesitantly
Traveling split the wooden beaker follicles
We bought together in the smog
Hunched over these books of mine
I could never bare to see you again
Never bore the weight of what I knew I'd said
All the while this pencil of mine with all of its lead
Wrote letters to no one as bones broke unspoken
Can the weather tether a man to a shore until they do drown?
Can the seasons keep breathing until my lady ain't bored?
I ask these quiries to neither you nor neither I
I just whisper them outside to my brother the blue blue sky
Haunted in the whistling willows
That take what they want when they want because they are
The ancient stalk
I hear these people talking quick
Breaking sticks
As these laughs will build dollars
All in gambling squalor
Take these hours which I know that I have wasted
Take these sheets that I've slept in unsaying and unsaid
Take these bills upstate to burn in high elate
One million recordings return
To take fast their breakfast to a better seen biblical fate
But you wonder where the road will wander
Even if you decide to sit and watch the tube
Oh the road will twist and turn quite delicate and oh' quite rough
Turning when it wills it so and staying still to get its fill
A road is a toad jumping to and fro'
Lily pad green restaurant
Where you know they can't do no math
But riddle back while you continue to build up that stack
Stuff it away with all your might and see who will take flight
With an ego which builds until oh yes' until
The memory bends and your someone else
And all these broken books upon these shelves
Are burning bright with all their might