The Island

When this horrid sea started boring me

Thats when i knew these days would get longer.

When my own inventions became common place

I realized i had become a bit ordinary.

When out of breaking clouds, came a brighter sky

I realized i should probably look up more often

When my instincts order me, i always give in.

Cause no matter how much i dress myself up, i'm still an animal.

And i inch myself towards let go

I inch myself like a wrecking ball into shadows.

When missing you became normal state

Thats when i knew these days would get much longer.

When you come to stay and then you go away

I usually only remember the goodbye.

But i've got years to waste and i'm plenty wasteful.

I've got a bomb for every structure that i've crafted.

And i'm thankful, i'm plenty cynical

With a giant question mark placed after my every statement.

So on this island

I hold close to me

A few things that i won't let go.

Clutching them so they won't wash away.