I’m constantly craning my neck
Why’re you so hard to forget?
Four years I spent wandering through the desert only to return to the same oasis
Two more I wasted a way searching for the sea
I never found that blue saline and now I thirst for that old lush green
Your eyes finding mine.
Tears run thick and fast, my blood pumps so hard
All I can taste is the salt
The salt pressed into the wounds ev’ry time I see your face.
In the beginning there were dreams
Those tapestries are tattered at the seams
In the end there is what was
I’ve got to take action here because
Now? Now is my last chance
The last big chance that I must face
The last hurdle in a 110 race
I don’t run hurdles.
Hurdles come one after another, each only a small obstacle
Hurdles seek to tire you out by repetition
My life has never been the same
You’ve got one shot and each time the bar gets higher
They say practice makes perfect
When practice makes permeant
But no amount of practice will help me over this time
There is no coach for life better than Trial
And I have a race to win against Error
As we all do against the clock against death
A word is dead when it is said some say
If I stay silent I will die that way
And now I’ve got to choose:
To Live, Love, Laugh, or Lose.