A Zen gay atheistic Texan’s perspective

The Sandman

I wash up on the waves
On a distant shore I ne’er seen
The sandman laughs upon me
As he piles up dismay

Dreams are gone forever
And time’s not stood still
Buffeted along this river
The end’s not far ahead

Paddle as I may
Destiny you see
Is not where I’ll go
Rather it’ll meet me

Come what may today
Yonder hills of morrow
Hold the now today
Push back future sorrow

Turn around I can
And lose the path ahead
Further sight
Never so right

As what behind me
Lies ahead

August 30th, 2005 at 10:19 pm