Someone was dancing 

Somewhere that no one dared

South from France

In a pond of pussy willows

As drops in the air

Came around and splashed

For a hundred years

For nothing

It meant something though

But that was code.

What do you do with a drunken sailor

On the poop deck

What makes him be that way

How can a man say

But he is like washed across the beach

Dreaming of things that can not be

All his journeys fantasy

Commanding the ocean

Is like commanding the heavens

A sailor never reaches the shore.

How can I let you in

When nothing begins

And it echos like an echo chamber

Every time 

I have a wall

And I can get stuck to it

Like velcro

Somewhat cold this wall

Like the energy on a wall

Something flat

Something strong

That we can not control.

I am not free as a butterfly

Wings don't come with my DNA

But there are other freedoms

And other rights

There are still times in my life

And the sun can still shine bright

Faith can fill me

Hopes can warm me

Reality can free me

But that door need to open

To let it in

In a way that assures me

For this comfort is like a beach

Water rolls in again and again.