If I had a boat

Burn slow, burning up the back wall
long roads, where the city meets the sky
most days, most days stay the sole same.
Please stay, for this fear it will not die.

If I had a boat, I would sail to you
hold you in my arms, ask you to be true.
Once I had a dream, it died long before
Now I’m pointed north, hoping for the shore.

Down low, down amongst the thorn rows
weeds grow, through the lillies and the vine
birds play, try to find their own way
soft clay, on your feet and under mine.

Breaking at the seams
heaving at the brace
sheets all billowing
the breaking of the day
sea is not my friend
seasons they conspire
still I choose to swim
slip beneath the tide.

Once I had a dream.
Once I had a hope.
That was yesterday
not so long ago
this is not the end
this is just the world
such a foolish thing
such an honest girl.