Drift wood upon the seas of life
Floating where the wind does blow the hardest
Seen are all the sights of lands from a distance
Never sure of there reality for no sand was felt
Beneath the rotting bark of reality for
Drift wood upon the seas of life
All is seen in imagination and known
As a wanting desire to bring to an end
Times seemless seeping into the sap
Of my existence for is this dream of land
A reality unknown to me
Was it a memory of a dream I once was
Awoken by and thus has become my all
Drift wood upon the seas of life
How how time will reveal to thee
The meaning of the waves and the welcome
Of the depths of the dark and the light
For are not all things the same in an ending
Drift wood upon the seas of life