so here I go again
singing the same old tune
no closer to the moon
feeling I have spoken
of drumbeats far too soon
for circumstance and plain old chance
and laziness as well
have meant I wake each morning
in a form of hell
send me back to sleep
the day’s Saharan sand
slowly gather all your thoughts
accept this is your land
for now
and now is not the time
to ponder on my doubt
just see through what is vital
then satisfy the drought
I do not know beyond the sands
but soon I’ll be at shore
will I drown or catch a fish
I really just don’t know