You stood still with thirst
split at the end of a road
preferring to let your feet think first

The roads begin to part
you can see vaguely
the shore swaying softly
the heavens displaying their art

And the other some what twisted round
never quite sure where it may end
if it may, but if it may, bring you back around

But you listen to the sway of the sea
then the beat of your heart
your dreams meet your soul
dis trot you perceive, but still you can not see

Side to side you can't decide this
but such a choice should not exist
unless ignorance is bliss

So that beat of your heart becomes perfected
the thirst begins to merge
and now its seen clearly
will bent and heart forfeited

Dream and soul collide
bringing back your heart twice the size
they march swiftly to where you want to be, no, where you ought to be.