The Water Runs Deep

Letra

Morning fog 'pon the salty bay
Evocative and yet a bit
Oppressive
It wasn't that I was
It was, I was, wasn't I?
Oft burnt away by the sun
A shroud quickly removed
By the bright rays

I would, I could, I should
I can, I will, I shan't, I shouldn't
Yet there are those days
Dim days
Damp days
Sounds muffled thought fogged

It doesn't lift and I wonder
I wonder, I wonder
The water runs deep
The confusion deeper
It seems
It seems
I wonder, I wonder

Work upon my brow, abreast across my beam
I wasn't, I shan't, I can't
The water runs deep, the confusion
Deeper
It seems. Ponder.
Avast- ahoy!
Words and phrases
The detritus of a literary life
Leap, gamble and writhe
Like barracuda at play

The flotsam and jetsam of an inquiring mind
Amorphous notions bob to the surface
Of cognition in turmoil
Beset and afroth
Whitecaps without rhythm
Tangled. Twisted and tangled

It doesn't lift and I wonder
I wonder, I wonder
The water runs deep
The confusion deeper
It seems
It seems
I wonder, I wonder

In my mind
The motes dance merrily
Or mauldenly?
Inward gaze
Navel gaze
It seems
Dimly dancing
Twisted and tangled

Shine bright, the beam
The motes
They dance
They can
They must
They should
I shan't
I could
I can't
Dim grows the beam
Slow the motes dim
Was I ever
Bright?

Letra original de C. N. Mileham. Puede citarse con crédito.

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