Driftwood

Still dusted with sleep or sand, The daydreams wash away with the tide falling out, I'll rise to wander this lonely drifting shore, Gather belongings and clarity of sight, If I could stay I'd never leave again, And who's to say I cannot? When I was but much younger than today, You made me gather things then and walk away, And when I asked why, Why we all had to go, Why I alone could not stay, You told me the air was wrong. So many airs I've gasped as since then, All just as potent, None quite as palatable, But to go back and fill lungs once more, I'd hold breath until my words had been replaced, By golden grains of dust and misty ocean, And I'd forget your lure and lies, Like fish pulling away from hook, Why come up for air when I breathe something more? I'll forget about stuffing years into black plastic bags, Forget how every moment after these was struggles, Let it all go, Let you go, And float off beaches like driftwood, Happier than childhood ever couldn't be, Happy without you to rope tie me and carry me over shoulders, Away from all light and destiny. But a speck on an endless blue, I'll look to the edge of sky, And dream I colored inside these lines, Losing all focus, Losing all sight, My fate is hers now.