Comes a Time

Ships coming in upon the horizon,strange sounds and smells fill the air, The yellow moon on the rise,is there where I stare. My watch is broken but I know,it’s time to go, Up on the mountain I see for miles, A lot of motion ,but no one is there,the ground is bare, The stars are bright ,the air is cold. I want to be someone -in this life,who makes it on my own, I want to be someone-in this life,who cares and not be alone, Where am I, There is a lonely path I walk down, times that I feel secluded and blue, Of the few I think of ,I always come back to you, The signs are proven,I take the other way, Stepping up for the depths to the shallows, Looking into a reflecting pool where there is a ripple, I too,am here then gone.. 1-28-2012