Better Days

Better days have gone by,

As time has flown by,

I watch the morning sky, move slowly by.

Breathing deep the smell of an ocean, so blue and uncertain that I have no clue.

I stand on the shore imagining something so grand.

Better days have gone by…

I sense the world awaking around me, floating on by on their yachts and cruise ships.

Which will some how lead to their demise.

Drifting into a peril of blue, forever seeing a horizon so blue.

Surfacing tension on my feet, water flowing beyond the heap.

Better days have gone by…

Emptiness roams throughout the waves of foam.

I watch and wait for something to arise as I wait…for better days gone by….