To catch your toes on silver
To stumble over gold
To never fear another day
'Til d**h carries your ghost To see the painter's toil
On a canvas of pale skin
To wander the perimeter
Smiling over every inch I never learned to think is not to do
To dream is not to follow through
With this stifled spirit barely keeping me alive
Sand on the fire long before I die To see your own reflection
In the water pa**ing by
To see that aging dreamer
Once with hope in rich supply