They don't seek paper only a river to pour and mingle in refrains of a dumb sadness flow away sunburned and tidewashed to where the river is widest deepest with sighs of life not enough in once only and when just begun ending broken on the shore.
I've drank the finest of wine Down to the bottom of the bottle Only to witness an ocean alone Barely surviving my own hands
A fire burned through my viens That was blew out by the wind Breezing through the leaves A calmness that sits with me Before calmness dismisses me
I walked across the tallest blue sky Where wide winged birds soar high Til promises of white clouds turn grey And so there I fell with the rain Dripping through the lowest gutter
Many times I was buried, lying in dirt Like a grave, needing no help Finding the dark inside of myself But I always rise with the blades Of the greenest fresh spring grass
No matter what feeling I catch None of them seem to everlast