Maps

This ancient rock I sit upon has worn and weathered in the sun,
Shadowed only by the land it has become.
Theres fog across the mountainside still I am shrouded in the light,
Theres nothing left in all the world from which to run.

I have been lost now for a little while
The air is cold and time is far behind
And Ive been high now for a little while
And now my eyes are open wider than they ever were

I was stranded on a fishing boat abandoned in the storm
Solitude can lead your self out of the door
We only live for seconds in the relativity of all
Yet the majority of our ideals are flawed

I have been lost now for a little while
I was troubled by the silence of the night
And Ive been high now for a little while
And now Im leaving all my past
Im driving forward with the wind beside me

As masterplans
Fall into motion
Waves are breaking on the shoreline
Where the water meets the land

Sleeping
On the outside of the windowpane
Reminds the city man
Of natures upper hand

The knots in the wood
Make childish issues into wars
Write tales of treasure maps Ive drawn