The clouds are getting darker, drifting in the sky.
It’s getting difficult to see, but it’s been a while.
Where did you go? The things that you find,
Quiescent to say the least, but you’re always on my mind.
The river road, that meets the ocean through the isle,
No one knows where it comes from, but it’s been a while.
Frosty words, we’re congenial victims just like the past,
Our minds in harmony, through the eyes of a mast.
A dip in the lake of ignominy, I’ve been there quite a few times,
I’ve lost control again, but, it’s been a while.
Hope isn’t lost, not yet, I may see you smile,
In a faraway land, but it’s been a while.