I watch the evening news and squirm as the world’s soot settles over me – the latest dregs of national gossip, the teeming international inequities, sin and sordidness paraded as
I was angry that you were asleep on the boat, As the waves came crashing, I didn’t dare rouse you, But clung to the side, Eyes closed, rocked and tossed,
Going through the motions, But is there more to life? I’d never stopped to question, ‘Till it kept me up at night. My head was full of questions Like it’d