Sometimes the sway feels like marching
Marching like I’m dreaming
While sleeping with the wind
Upon a sailing, swaying sea.
These dreams carried me here
Fleets of souls past
Lost in my sail boats
These dreams become my home
Because the horizon is gone
And the sun is night,
The moon and stars my life, my love.
I may not know where I’m going
But I feel this forward rise and fall
And the march in my heart
Drums with a knowing beat, beat, beat.
Success swims beneath these bodies of water
The air stirs my hair and soul
Lifting me above unknowns
To a place, I’m taking myself, really slowly.