In the morning when light is once again new
another strange night of dreaming is over
black and white, Captain of a mutinous crew
only a single frame I remember.
Leading a ship over mountains in Mallorca
instead of the sea
faces I had known all my life
rising up against me
what can it mean, will it come to be
in future tomorrows
when mornings aren't as bright
as the sight of
love's old smile?
I can't say I care much
alone on this island like the Mars rover
leader of none, these high seas are rocks now
and I'm just glad that the night is over.
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