Force of Men

Across choppy waters
Just to let me sink
And I want to be free.

Sinking,
Slowly.
Suddenly

And with what quickness! Shine my eyes
Two times tonight but while this light is signed
No man could lie to the jury
Or hang them out to dry.

Approached and practically folding,
My feet fell well into the sand.

Now, appear red on thy bed of flames.
Is not time the thing you need? You say

And they say that mine is for the molding.
Strong to sway, I will not break.

No one knows this story,
Options only hold me,
Casting call for boring #2.

Would you leave already,
Empty pair of shoes.

Truth be true,
My love is kind.

And while this old forest
Slowly turns and bends,

I've only one for glory,
Not these lips, or my two hands.

Options only hold me,
Sifting sand and temperament,

Opening each morning,
The shifting hands of men.

13 equals unity,
Dasvidaniya it's been grand.

Sent with just a whisper,
Options are my only friend

Against the hands of men,
Against the sands of time

And oh, how the engines whine!
I hear the squall of sea gulls,

Does one yet see the sight?
I've only just been tethered,

It was my home last night.
And lo, fair minstrel,

Say the ocean has its fare,
To see her wisdom

You can't be half there,
Half a foot dangling in like,

I'm here for one thing
But not the next.

No I say leave all these distances,
Leagues of winter begin and end,

To be only folding, or falling
Onto the sand.

Dawns deliver,
Men they stand;

The idle hands of sin
Left them most unholy

But with this light
Be born again.

Is this such a simple difference,
Can you not relate?

Am I so much different from you,
Is this really not the way?

Trade me plates of wisdom,
Open arms and dialect.

I have two ears for this end,
Tongue for speeches,

Songs of men.
Traded it's ok,

These hands I have,
These feet to lease.

A hold on what I have thought before
Or a black market hiding in the cold.

Richer then diamonds,
The secret shine of gold.

Pearls to safely save and savor,
All this wisdom hiding in the grain.

Needle in the hay.

And these eyes are my redeemer,
What is it that no one says?

And I've been here in the depths of winter,
Tidy island,
Force of men.

Pearls to a princess of whirlwinds,
Tiny island
Of duress.

And wait, we've yet to see this maelstrom,
Be a witness,
Soon to break.

And now, the waves pour and pull like a spindle,
I break on the rocks
And am pulled underneath.

And now, the waves pour out and call like a minstrel.
I'm out of the pot
And into the flames.

Amen,
Yod Heh.