Day one: Prairie
Many ages prior, before the dawn of light
A boy is stuffing fruit, into his knapsack
He grabs his staff and sandals
And canteen full of wine
His flock begins to rise, from their slumber
Day two: Parade
Once a boy, now a man,
In the eyes of a young one.
On their way back home.
Once a sin, now a ploy
In the eyes of a loved one
Whom you used to know.
Carry on, day by day
Though heavy it may weigh
Still we’re marching on
Famished bygones from the past
No matter how long they last
Make them keep their fast
Once a boy, now a man,
In the eyes of a young one.
One their way back home.
Once a sin, now a ploy
In the eyes of a loved one
Whom you used to know.
Parting ways at your door
Our life lines don’t cross any more
What good is it for?
looking back and never forth
in your eyes im the young one
who you used to know
Day three: Festival
All I want to hear you say, is I’m glad that was how we spent the day
Awaiting for the perfect evening, now I’m leaving. I won’t be going far
And no I don’t know what it means, and it isn’t something easily foreseen
With late night smirks and moving close, I suppose, you didn’t mind it too
All I want to hear you say, is I’m glad that was how we spent the day
Awaiting for the perfect evening, now I’m leaving. I won’t be going far
When I go to leave the party, I’m not with you, you’re alone
I won’t be long, I’m leaving shortly.
Are you staying? Can we walk home?
That’s not your plan, you’re on your own now
Time has followed, I’m behind
Our late night smirks don’t mean the same now
I’m glad our day was spent that way.
day four: Buoys
Pebbles can skip on the water
They can’t float, but they can hug the shoreline
Buzzing around there are many
Bursts of light speckled all through the night
Bait with tackle and rafters shackled to piers along the bank
Crates and barrels will hide the ferrels from pouncing in the night
Fields so dewy and nodding buoys, they welcome in the tide
Thoughts I’m finding, like clocks, need winding before you let them be.
Gulls while gliding are still confiding in branches they call home
Trees left mangled by vines, entangled will strangle out what’s left
Cafe tables have left their fables in figures etched in haste
Thoughts I’m finding, like clocks, need winding before you let them be.
Day five: Sea Shanty
Accordion bellows and starry sea nights
Old drunken fellows are looking to fight
To win back the years of friends and family
Lost to the sea, and lands you’ll never know
Exploring the world is to leave all behind
A storm of the ages had made its way
And crept up to pounce unexpectedly
Though brewing for days, and caught in a haze
It swept up to took them away
Exploring the world is to leave all behind
Old sailors store stories in whiskey and ales
And lyrics that belt out how badly they’ve failed
Watching your crew abandon everything
Staying behind with her, your only love.
Sinking alone will entangle your mind.
Few understand, only those of your kind.
Exploring the world is to leave all behind
day six: Pendulum
Back and forth you swing, your stride so luring
Hanging by a string, my eyes engulfing
Every time I leave your weight keeps swaying
Hanging by a thread, from twine still fraying
I try not to stare, the weight goes nowhere
Turn to look away, well I know you’re still there
As time passes by, it swings before my eye
Watch it rise and fall, and yet, not at all
day seven: Blacksmith
My leaving, is deceiving. I’d rather stay here.
Here with you my life seems so clear.
Each morning, each evening, I do the same thing.
I find comfort in the routine.
Everyday with you is one day lost for me
Forging forks and knives is easier than you.
Though I try each day to forge your empty heart
Forging forks and knives is easier than you.
My leaving, is relieving. I need to leave here.
Here with you my life is unclear.
Everyday with you is one day lost for me
Forging forks and knives is easier than you.
Though I try each day to forge your empty heart
Forging forks and knives is easier than you.
Day eight: Cathedral
Oh, there’s a colony inside, masks the trappings of a past life
Oh, how it started as a bee, now infests the rest of me
Left an insecticidal brain, nervous monarchs rake their reign
Oh, there’s a colony inside, but I’ve nothing left to hide.
Oh, though infected through and through, there is so much left to do
(Try to) keep the infections all at bay, while they have so much to say
Jot down the symptoms if you will, while they have all had their fill
Oh, there’s a colony inside, but I’ve nothing left to hide
day nine: Handcart
day ten: Travel
On he goes again, crooked rivers gently melting, and a brisk breeze bellows
Streaming steaming rays, finding ways to pierce the surface all day
Weeping willows cry, they’ve no alibi and sigh, at the world around them
Reaching to swim home, and run away
Oh when all the world around you goes unclear
Notice where you are again, and remember your yesteryear
Do I move at all? Is mother nature merely crawling, to approach and greet me?
Hey! Where were you when I fell asleep?
All these mountains blend, these hills they never end and tree-lines, they still surround me
It all looks the same now, where to go now?
When all the world around you goes unclear
Notice where you are again, and remember your yesteryear
