Tread from Lower by Wishing Well

When I was a young boy I held my dreams so tight
I’d fall asleep at night pretending I could save the world
Piece by tattered piece I gathered the broken fragments of everything in this world twelve year old me though was worth fixing
Now here I am in this hospital bed
Reminiscing on the pieces missing
I heard a preacher say it’s never too late
But I already dug my grave in the sand on the beach where I’ll be washed away

(I’ll be washed away)
I’ll be washed away
Like footprints in the sand
Like a letter never sent
Like a love never admitted

I’ll close my eyes
The sun will rise and touch the sky
I’ll go my way and disappear in the soil of the Earth

Before my bones were frail and full of arthritis
Passion flowed through my veins
But like a fashion it faded away
I started chasing the wind and made friends with snakes
Because I wanted to shed my own skin
I’m not so sure what I’ll see when my heart decides to stop beating
Some told me my maker and some told me nothing
Either way I already dug my grave in the sand on the beach where I’ll be washed away

Do you remember when I was a dreamer?
I was so young so full of passion
Now I’m a has-been washed up on the shore

(I’ll be washed away)
I’ll be washed away
Like footprints in the sand
Like a letter never sent
Like a love never admitted
Like the moon in the morning air
I’ll disappear
I’ll disappear.

• Indie
• Spoken Word
• spoken word poetry
• Sioux Falls