Summer Sun
Old men sit on benches near a lake. Staring out upon the waves in the deep blue sea keep wondering what it's like to be a fish under the shimmering surface of time and space and love and hate. Old men sit on benches near a lake. Drifting through a daydream growing like a tree inside their mind. Keep wondering what it's like to be a bird flying through the endless sky of me and you and words that live their own life. Old men sit on benches near my heart staring out upon the waves in the sea of tears. Keep wondering what it's like to live a life along the shore where all my pain keep drying in the summer sun.