-Wait-


The best of me is here and gone
The worst of me is what is left
Behind me She is gone, and here with me.
I take to that sky and I see my future and my end
Folding clothes of yesterday, and wearing one's of today; dull and bright
The Ocean breeze and the heat of day I look on
I lay down the smokes and take too the mountain
The days continue, and I wait
Wait for something to happen
Waiting for that paid sky and the new adventure
I wait, wait for her
I hold back, and carry on
Dirt to wounds
washed down by evening
That comfort
a moment in time
Hesitant of morning
the waiting is there to greet me
The jacaranda's are out of bloom and the sweating attic cools
Pictures in mind, a friend, an illusion
I hear the calling of the Sirenusian Islands somewhere out amongst that Sea
And I look out over LA from atop it's second highest
I want the ramble and to feel the heat of my past around the corner
A call
the sound of Sea, and the feeling of that cool breeze
The idea of a Foreign Legion, and a death sentence nearly embraced
I'm now there and here I wait