Written by: Skyy Allen

1 by 1 the day is gone

Like a faun I turn to run into the thicket of ambiguity

Caught in a tidal-wave of hit & misses

Drunk with longing; drowning in the aftershave

Reaching for a hand to save me

A word of comfort to console me

Soaring through the thunder-storm

With the feeling of gratitude slowly dissipating

Riddled with confusion

Afraid of the reality that I may never become the angel everyone wants me to be

Petrified, I'm only a man

What nameless hand can save me from the sinking sand!?