Floating on an island
in the ocean somewhere
somewhere cold and somewhere foggy
Is it the wine or the boredom
that makes me so groggy?
I feel too old to be this young
When was it that I was stung?
I am swelling
I am burning
with a poison so sweet
this breath runs through my veins
and I shout in the street
this experience is too short
for all the love I want to share
just one life time doesn't seem fair
but I am stuck on an island
with heavy dark clouds hanging low
I am planting the seeds
and then watching them grow.
The time of my life is passing me by
I sit alone in my room and quietly cry
for the ending of all
that this life means to me
I find solace in the stars
as I meditate by the sea
This island of mine is lonely and old
Won't you light a fire
before my heart becomes too cold?
I don't want to fade into the mist
but its where we are all going anyways
so let me feel free and knowingly exist.
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