R Fines 2005 SOCAN
A carved out riverless riverbed
A beautiful body left unfed
The faithful old loom empty of thread
Half living half waiting
Half living for lost to somehow be found
Half waiting for some kind of message sent down
The water is warm and its easy to drown
In the sea of procrastination
Tried and true what old is new
Comfort feeds hesitation
Getting by will do the line you drew
Gently washed in the sea of procrastination
When the faith of before you can no longer find
And the troubles stay vague but upfront in your mind
And you’re bound by the burden of the passage of time
And a fixation you hold on sedation
A fixation you hold on your own private hell
A sedation that keeps you so you cannot tell
When the water is rising you ‘ll get caught in the swell
In this sea of procrastination
Caught in the swell pulled by the tide
Keep looking outward never inside
You can’t even see what you’re trying to hide
Swimming in consumer elation
A pool of elation rises to the top
Like a long dark cloud ‘til sun it is blocked
But it’s comfortable here shades drawn and locked
In this bed of procrastination