Out To Sea - Track 3

(((Early age, I barely remember this stage
When I started to face, but I looked away)))

What I’m trying to say is...
I’ve been waiting, for a thought to come to mind
A thought so good, one that I can make a storyline
‘Cause all I can seem to think is, how much I want to write
So I sit, pen in hand
And I write as much as I can
But still by the end of it, I’m lost
I can’t keep up with my thoughts
And I’m awful, ‘cause I had this dream when I was a kid
But these things are disappearing with the older I get
I’ve been sitting as the ink drips and my mind slips—going dull
So perhaps I should just go back to using the pencil
Foraging in the origins, in the roots to see what grew

More things get in the way, day by day
And I just can’t write, and I don’t know why
I don’t have time and when I do I sigh
I present this stuff to God because I cry
And I know He hears, even though I don’t really talk to Him
I just write, and expect Him to take them
But I hold onto these notes and don’t listen
And maybe that’s a problem—better yet, it is
I know it is but I always lose thought
Of the hope I have
And I go back to writing
And it doesn’t make sense
And I start all over again.
So here I am
I’m writing this song
To just explain to you in a way
That I’m crazy

I don’t know what the next songs hold
And I know you probably won’t get them
But it’s the prologue I never told
If you’re here to hear, just keep trying
It’s fine if you don’t understand
It’s not part of the plan
Only few comprehend
Don’t try to keep me congregated
I’ve done that for long enough
And now my thoughts are complicated
I like it this way, it’s for your own good
It comes out the wrong way
So keep back because you really should