The Perfect Storm
The perfect storm
rising from the bed
where i pretend i sleep
spotted in a sea
millions of words deep
do i dare to dream?
for years i screamed a warning
through my amplifier pen
my life and love your push and shove
and the places i have been
everything's past tense
there's the way things are
and the way they should be
but the past is a prison
and there isn't a key
rear projection tomorrow
in the past i am a flower
in the future i was a seed
the warmest winter of my life
just before the summers freeze
the compass needle spun
now the waters stand to rise
from hard rains fallen in my blood
pooling into who i am
about to make my dreams a flood
i am the perfect storm
and if the rivers overflow
and come and quench my land of drought
will you admit you're wrong and drown?
or will you called to be pulled out
from a one way street
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