His Story

The further we go the rounder we get, sanding edges through flowing years
Tides and time fade thoughts to dreams, fade thoughts to dreams, fade thoughts to dreams
Washed away, washed away, washed away or so it seems
Washed away, washed away, washed away or so it seems

Cedar story born from wind, rooted in earth and rain,
It fades away if it’s untold, an echo across the plain,
It’s gotta be howled, it’s gotta be howled, it’s gotta be howled to remain

The menagerie along the way, accepting loss forever
The movable feast is graffiti tagged 
Or in the wax tale, a gift from the muse’s mother

Tides and time fade thoughts to dreams, fade thoughts to dreams
Lost in the clouds of delusion
Blew from his gut ‘til the notes were hit, ‘til the notes were hit
Satori, Satori, Satori, in the river of his story