Building the ark when the flood has already come.
Using the finger nails of the drowned to hold it together.
Will this keeps us a float,
Or will we sink and join the dead below?

I gaze upon the cosmic void,
Alone and tired from my journey across the frontier.
I pick my feet up, and drift across the surface.
And all I’m surrounded by is silence.

I reach my hands up towards the stars,
Trying to catch a passing comet by its tail.
Flagging down UFO’s to see if I can catch a ride
Along this space highway to anywhere.

I often think of coming home.
I wonder what I’d look like after all this time?
Would I be familiar, or would you greet me as a stranger?
And all I could think to say is sorry.

I see the hues of where you are.
The planet looks like a giant marble with an azure aura.
I need to say goodbye, and I wish you were coming.
But I desire to float on.
Float on….

I am a bubble fluctuating
On its way to the surface, evaluating
How it will be to be one with sky again, once I am out of the sea
I’ll be bursting free and culminating into a timeless cloud
Into the air which was always meant to be me
Yes, towards the surface I go to be free

Swept up in summoned motions

Winds stir stagnant emotions

Slurp down that potion of brewed dreams

having steeped long enough, visions edge to burst the seams

Kaleidoscopic undercurrents break the shore

with it a myriad of misty rains pour

refrain from thwarting these divine schemes

failure wont override on the premise of faulty genes

lingering faith saunters with me on this path

without valor, I risk a skewed aftermath

so here I am kicking my feet up to float the waves of spirit

may our shores harmonize,darling dearest