From the storm of his eyes
he made an ocean for all life
but nobody spent time
to hold the ground beneath the storm
Nobody tried to contain the falling ocean
but let it fall, sea by sea
but then again, nobody saw

From his hurricane of words
Did the truth come aboard
nobody listened, nobody heard
he was forced to contain his own hurricane
nobody attempted to calm the wind to a breeze
or show the direction to blow in
but let it push his world further from reach
but then again nobody saw

He ran around on the ground
on the ground
picking every dandelion he saw
he picked the dead, he picked the new
nobody waited after him
held a vase to place them in
but let them fall, onto the ground
decaying as they did
through a bottomless pit
but then again nobody saw

From a rip in the sky,
the sun dripped till it burned
he savoured the burning
till he felt it no more
but nobody held the clouds to help the dying sun
but let it leak and leak till light became dark
but then again nobody saw

So he did not save,
the water
the wind
the dead dandelions
the light
and they did not know
but then again, nobody saw.