Ficlets

Haven’t been on here in forever… A song I’m working on

There’s a pile of stones in my house made of glass
They lay next to me day after days pass
I watch them not moving and I see through my walls
For I cannot ponder what I can’t see at all
The things in my head I would do with those stones
If long ago I hadn’t been taught what to know

Break the glass
Let the waves pour in
Just walk past
Don’t know why you’re lookin

The sun itself a cliché so it hides
Behind buildings and mountains and afternoon tides
I watch as it sets on the shores of this place
And water itself streams down from my face
For to see the whole world and not touch an ounce
Is to crouching and crouching but never to pounce

Break the glass
Let the waves pour in
Just walk past
Don’t know why you’re lookin

Break the glass
Let the heat pour in
I’m just a boy
But I know why you’re lookin