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#227 Stand And Stare
On auto drive I climb spiral stairs,
Grasping the guardrail as I go.
Through small windows I see the glares
Of the boat’s fading glow.
I see fierce tides rise and crash,
Tossing the boat with ease.
I see rain pour and lightning flash
Within a hurricane breeze.
Still I keep moving, higher and higher,
My brain out running my feet.
Urgently trying to kindle the fire
With swift steps and rapid heartbeat.
The boat shrinks every time I look,
The light continues to dim.
Just like a fish caught on a hook,
It’s much too late to ...
No, I don't love her anymore,
I've already closed that door.
I don't care what she might say
Or exactly why she couldn't stay.
But I wonder beneath the moon's light,
Who's roof is she under tonight?
I don't think of her each day
I've healed from all that disarray.