Dream of Seas

I keep a little boat by the dock
where nobody knows

sometimes i go there, sometimes i sleep
sometimes i dream of seas

well, i get tired
i live in a home full of stones you know
i stack them, rack them, put them away
but those stones only tumble
so i bend down again
i stack those stones, rack those stones, put them away

until i dream of seas

then, when everyone that loves me goes asleep
i crawl down through the weeds
to a place where nobody knows
to the place where my boat keeps
the place i have to go

i must have drifted off
because when i awoke, if i awoke, i was lost
alone in my boat lying down looking up
and down where the water meets the sky
there in the distance, my home full of stones

how long do stones have to stand?
how often do stones really notice?
are they lonely stones with no one to rack them
stack them, put them away

and what about the people who love me?
they’re going to stumble on those stones
and then they’ll look for me
so i’ll wait and see
stare at the little people out there
where the water meets the sky
and dream of seas.

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Dylan

Pleased to meet you! I'm Dylan Kinnett, your friendly neighborhood writer.