Clay Conscious

A black and white future colors the past,
I sail around the world but I’m strapped to the mast, Aware that the endless
sky and sea lack the river’s comfort.
A hero’s funeral and a dead man’s life,
I think it would all be better if god had a wife,
A new meaning for the thunder and relief from the strife that comes from living.
If never has a reason then reason has a way,
But the void is the voice of the silent say,
But we all know at last and at least there’ll come a day that stays forever.
You get closer to yourself and closer to the rage, You try to live with the
freedom that comes with the cage,
You try to make your life rhyme like words on a page of a notebook.
Who can be the loneliest ghost,
Who can make nothing the most,
Forgive all the time we waste,
Forget every moon we chased.
And your bones will find their bride,
And your deeds will lift with the fog,
Your deepest lover finally by your side,
And you’ll be god deep in the eternal bog.