The Silver Sea

these are the best days of someone else’s life he thought, as he cried at the kitchen table

silent fractal tears on the cheek of a scared and feeble star of a stolen fable

with no clear moral, his whole life borrowed from a god who would not reply
when he left his friends and ran to the beach and screamed towards the sky

these are the best days of someone else’s life so why am I dissatisfied?
is my purpose not to serve you well and to love and be loved and do you not see how I try?
what’s the use in living, if you’re not forgiving of the way you cast my life?
he prayed bless my mother, he ran from the beach, and he swam towards the sky

and nearly drowned in the silver sea

those were the best days of someone else’s life, I think, as I lay on the other side

of a proverbial fence, and think of my friends when they were trying to party and I couldn’t help but cry
nothing but patience, loving and gracious they didn't let me kill the vibe

i hope they know how much that meant to my burnt out broken bruised and battered mind

they changed my mind in the silver sea

and it’s a strange and funny thing
to stand before you all and sing of

past events I barely keep

and feelings that still sting

these few memories I have of him
they drift off like a tide

they rise, as tangled jetsam

at times I don’t decide

dear friends I hope that you will find it

in your hearts to forgive me

i only murdered Oscar Wildebeest

so that I could be free.

now he looks up through the silver sea

and I look down through the silver sea