i like to spend my days
idle
thinking nothing but thoughts
that will help me become less idle,
that will help me move forward
in the aisle of life
yet i cannot proceed;
my mind is stuck on an island
where if you bleed,
you bleed
and you're stranded,
standing there in the sand
all alone and
there's nothing but watchmen on the boats
lying down on a supposedly supportive
ocean bed
i stretch my spiritless hand out
but they're all laying there
lifeless on an ocean bed
i often wonder if they know they're dead
but as long as the boat keeps moving
at least they're getting ahead
.
