Release, bringing the crashing seas
With their honest needs
Broken hearted fools
Bent on their own illusions
Guess they can’t see the peace
Over there, waiting
As it has always been
Classy and true
I used to live in the spaces
Between the acts
The small and mighty moments
Made all the better by the rest
The paths lead to many ends
I will steer towards the calm
But ready always to float
In the bubbly bloody red.
