A Plague Of Lighthouse-Keepers:(vii) (Custard's) Last Stand

( Hammill )

Lighthouses might house the key
but can I reach the door?
I want to walk on the sea
so that I may better find a shore...
but how can I ever keep my feet dry?
I scan the horizon
I must keep my eyes on
all parts of me.

Looking back on the years
it seems that I have lost my way;
like a dog in the night, I have run to a manger;
now I am the stranger I stay in...ah, well.
All of the grief I have seen
leaves me chasing solitary peace
but I hold experience in my head
I'm too close to the light
I don't think I see right
for I blind me...