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

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