-neither here nor there blues-

i only find the time to watch the ocean meet the sky.
when there is no horizon line,
its makes the boats begin to cry.
their journey becomes infinite,
with fear they shall not reach the end.
but my fair sailor don't despair.
this time tomorrow breath new air.
that single leaf that floats and fly's,
is proof that land exist near by.
in time you too shall meet your fate,
then turn and walk the other way.
that's why the journey's never done,
your looking for a hotter sun.
the kind that burn straight past your eyes,
the heat will make you realize,
that all will be well in time.

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