i’m stuck on a draft
and i can’t say go
emotions are only such a raft
will you still say no
science will always prove
why we tend to look at the time
the priest will always groove
when he hears the bells chime
borders outside of borders
how far do i have to go
wondering where the confluence gets to be
what i will never ever see
everyday’s a hidden meaning
everylife’s a hidden art
what can ever be oh so thrilling
than knowing none of us’ll ever be apart