Waiting In The Sea

what heroes fall in times of traps
without recovery

when so blue the skies
what heroes can we be

what time is time before the tragedy

what thoughts can fly without urgent need

what life is life with such luxury

will we still meet the scene
we fill with empty space

will we still live within our means
to the edges of our face

what solemn promise can we keep
when no earth shifts below our feet

what heroes can there be
in a land of reeless tv

what lies can we see
in nights unkempt and days asleep

what thunder rolls only beyond horizon
will stories be only of far off trolls and grazing bison

is it only blindness that won’t be seen

is there something else
is there something coming
is there some strange discovery
waiting in the sea

have we seen
the faces in the market have begun to mark it

have we learned how
the powers of survival are numbered and weighed

are the ears beginning to perk to evolution delayed

what heroes can there be
in a land of living free

what sights to behold beyond the end of the street
what sounds to hear from underneath personal megaphones
what words to share when absent electric and alone

do the questions begin to bother
unmarked as shapes in the water

do the waves form the air or the ocean
what saviors will we cling to
what bursting rays will betray us
showing the shadows' nature finally

is this over, or but begun

is there something new on its way to me

waiting in the sea