Sleepy harbor town

Quiet. Calm. It’s a Nightmare

Nothing’s right. It’s all wrong

Fog blankets the streets, just like your sheets that numbingly put you to sleep

Chimneys poke through trees that have lost all their leaves due to cold winter freeze

You give a blank stare into that deep sea, recite your prayer, then fall asleep in this nightmare

A slave to the mundane

Doors locked from the inside

This lazy lullaby makes one day bleed into the next

Candlelight flickers on your grandfather clock face

The secondhand ticks down your days

Tick tock, your wristwatch won't stop

These years pass by in a blaze

Lone Tree Cemetery lies across the street

Wise is he who ventures these forbidden things

In that dirt lie beggars and kings

An odd figure holds a lantern

Shines it into mysteries

The Ghost of Yet to Come shows you a hurting world…just like today, nothing’s changed

The flame shines on a stone with your name, two dates, and the phrase “Here Lies A Waster of Days.”

Don’t carry such a terrible thing into eternity

The wind bids you through open window out onto the sea

You can handle so much more than you think

The breeze fills the sail and the soul, taking you to adventures yet told

The whisper of wisdom dances with your curtains

“Run away with me”

Never despise the days of small beginnings

She whispers, “Godspeed”

The thunder. The waves. A compass. A stowaway

Give thanks for clear sky and the tempest

Calm seas never shaped the greatest

Leave that town behind, change your fate

The flame shines on a stone with your name, two dates, and the phrase “Here Lies A Chaser of Waves.“