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.