Tides Of The Shore Venture to the question If time ran out Could you find your destination Nothing but still more All unseen, is through the door As another day rolls by, the time seems to stop in its passing When our thoughts become clear, just to blur your inquiry Can I only stop once to wonder, where this is going Falling back down in this circle of space Bleeding conscious thoughts of a dream Where to lead, and when to leave Never or forever will I be Somewhere, something to be seen Anywhere, might I find company Or is this all just for me? All the more, is everything ~John Kevin Hunter
