Extant Creations

Lyrics of some sort

There’s something to be said in a center of peace
looking in, looking out the eyes dance around
the flame leaps and soars on an azure sky
bringing memories of the days gone by

Swinging arms connect with opposing flesh
snapping, breaking there way though
running towards the distant shore
following a breath of wind

Nothing left to judge them by their broken chains
the cold calm water stretching forward to the end of the world
unintended answers filling in from every direction
cast adrift in a sea of delusion

a mind that speaks so ears can’t hear
a soul the cries to open night
a man who fires his voice to God
and dies adrift at sea