It was a passing thought at a passing glance in a passing moment
Ocean air cleared scattered thoughts and quickly filled my lungs

And in ten thousand lives the sun still circles empty skies
And the opiate is left sleeping in disaster’s lies
I’m sailing, across the roughest seas
From the shore the ship was romance
Now the name seems incomplete
And it’s leaving, to rest on other sheets
So I let it out, I go back home
I’m resuming my retreat

And how to acquire wisdom
When the dams have blocked up all the streams
Left victim to perception
The setting sun only known by who has seen
So why am I courting sorrow
When the infinites have combined to give me
Every breath that I am breathing is the
Greenest grass and the warmed breeze