In the waters of my imaginations I sail
Like a fish amid the ripples without fail
Equilibrium of my soul speaks a voice
In the center of a storm with no choice
Tingles under my feet scratch, scratch and scratch
Scratch yet was in the wound to patch
Inner being pulls outward with no sight
And the center of life pulls in a stance to fight
The stance to fight
Without a sight
In the waters of my imaginations I sail
An innocent prisoner denied bail
From the dungeon pits rises a storm of heated noise
With which looms memories of days with the boys
No matter how many days how many sleepless nights I search
Like a ripe egg I want to hatch
Inner being pulls outward with no sight
And the center of life pulls in a stance to fight
The stance to fight
Without a sight
In the waters of my imaginations I sail
A man of divine authority on my neck balancing a pail
The steepness of the road
The heaviness of the load
On and on and on and on the feet keep beating
Keep beating the hard dry dusty miles
On and on and on and on the feet keep beating
Keep beating the hard dry dusty miles
Cough, cough I choke from the intense filth
A mouthful of viscid mucus becomes my cough remedy
In the waters of my imaginations I sail
A man of divine authority on my neck balancing a pail
In the waters of my imaginations I sail
An innocent prisoner denied bail
In the waters of my imaginations I sail
Like a fish amid the ripples without fail
© Dredd X
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