Fragments From the Garden Isle
A glimpse in time
I wander your rugged roads
Ignited by a glowing future
Digging into my own mind
So that the surgeon might fix himself
Sullied in a swinging sorrow...
Born into your light at the start of the day
I then mire under the stars each night in a rueful decay
A zillion lives in a day
Fractured love is love after all...
The Garden Isle holds you closer than Oahu does
Less of the screams and shouts of industry
While ghostlike fortune shoots from my ears
My identity dispersing
And I stand aright on a beckoning beam...
Soldiers of madness don your fake noses
Rename your children
And run aground with me
Haunt the light that has no name
Leaves of morass
This is what drains
Not being able to hold dear to one rhythmic chord
Sensing escape I flee
I mean to fly
When instead the will sponges back into life
And I am a coward among cranberries
Mending the unlocked gate
Laughing for you
Where silence would be stronger
Just not as fun
The arrangement of our lives
Appear as boundless landscapes
Illuminating a glimpse of the now
Time untethered
For your remorseless surrender
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