Adventures in Lemnos, Pt. 3 Lyrics

Sweet catharsis

In waking hours I can speak to the masses

Some, might tell me to get help, with celerity

But I'm paid, for the pain, shared in this therapy

Peering into sea

That eyes perceive

As stretching endlessly

Waves illuminated

Near my ship that cut through midnight breeze

Heavens overcast so I did not see any stars in sky

But I danced with her

And saw two stars in twinkling eyes

O'er time

Clouds did clear

Still my eyes

Only stared

At unpainted black canvas

Even moon refused to share

Crescent smile

Only air

Greeted me with a cool mist

Nonetheless, I reached for the stars

And night shook my outstretched hand

My bones, fading, to a wispy state

That cirrus clouds could understand

Sleep do I on empty stomach

So I hunger for my dreams

Aspirations birthed on hammock

Rarely ever leave its seams

Clickety-clack of the nails on pavement

Telling that beast is behind me

Knowing that Publican's looking for payment

And that all of my water is salty

I called Mama

Just to tell her

That her baby

Made more cheddar

But I don't think she knew what to say

Now, I know this sounds grandiose

But I feel that my kin are blind 'cause they're close

Though I know they still love me

Saw they greatness

Then grew weary

Some mornings I wake and greet the sun

And I ponder whether heavens want me to go find the one

I'm not of the opinion I need a flock to own the sky

But, if I need to find a birdie, want a ride-or-die

I grab the

Reins of my dreams

And I ride them like a barnacle

Sextant from above

Given for my travels nautical

Woke up at midnight and grabbed my pencil like a pistol

Dreams evinced the truth and I'll deliver what I harkened

Haunted by the kinds of thoughts that make the body tremble

But that's what happened to the greats that looked to sky and bargained

They called me a solution

So my eyes stayed peeled for pipette

Perils are a fine chisel for my stone mindset

Dancing in the heavens

On a feeble cloud

I've found the fastest to unwind

Is oft the tightest wound

Mother told me, flip my pillow

When I have, a new night terror

But even in my waking hours

I can see the nightmare there

Could have stayed a little longer in a university

Laboring in land where sleep felt like a mortal enemy

Choice to be the subject of their textbooks or get new degree

Not to say inherently it's mutual exclusivity

Pray with both my eyes open

And plane my wood against the grain

E'en if you tear down curtain

You still do so upon the stage

The fickle water whispers secrets

Then retreats to where the rest reside

Dissipative structures kissing liner on its starboard side

Gleaning their identity

From precedence not permanence

Thick cowl of night, serenity

Unbroken chain of like events

Keep your trophies

I will keep my trochees

I am doing well without a blanket

Lambs warm me

I would rather be a weed

Than a rose

For no one bats an eyelash

When it through the pavement grows

I danced

Until dawn

Saw the sun

Prance along

With a paintbrush in its rays

No one asks how knight goes on

After fighting hellish spawn

Does he tire of the pawns he slays

Midas paid dearly for gold

But not every deal's bad at crossroads

I stay audacious

Though the crow

Told me what lies at the end of river's flow

When sun sinks 'neath horizon again

And stupor from the liquor of sleep begins

I'll be prepared to meet my dreams awake