Donald Domesky

We hold on to what we can
If I could only remember what you said
Something along the lines of how time takes us all
So let’s use our arms as oars to tread to the nearest shore
Haven’t you you weighed this all out in your head before?
I know you’re still the king in your runaway dreams
But in my mind you represent a social being whose morale is dead
So you cling to the nearest anchor whom you deem justifiable
So you come off the edge
And meet me more than halfway