A Tiny Fold

I don't know how long I stayed in bed The day is surely dead And once again, I'm sleeping with the book I read And colorfully and candidly it points the way so childishly ahead I guess I will make it through the day To learn I've lost my way And once again, my heavy heart is made of clay And distant shores unseen by men they call to me to set my sails away To set my sails away For distant shores, okay I can't seem to fit where I belong I tune myself a song And even then, I can't quite figure out what's wrong And will I end a broken man whose hands half-filled even though they once seemed strong? I still have nothing to my name So brightly burns the flame And even then, I've spent my life so wrecklessly The stories on the page I read they make me seem so timid and afraid So timid and afraid A tiny fold away And on and on and endlessly The promises and the pagentry And those who live so fearlessly If I could live so fearlessly I mark my place, a tiny fold And once again, I find myself alone

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