shifting sands
pass time away
along the winds that press my cheek
and I wonder
what love is thinking
when it spreads itself on me
I am spread too thin
it all may seem
or perhaps I'm left behind
in the sands
of all my past
and present
I feel I am unwinding
each thread
a cord
some melody
of the symphony that is me
some notes are a bit flat
some instruments are out of tune
but there is a guitar back there
still strumming
keeping in rhythm with my heart
and though everything is coming together
I still feel I am falling apart
that I'm driving my car
on E/mpty
and I'm just running on fumes
of people
their words
their empty hands
when mine are full
and I am slipping
back into to my reserve
the half empty tank in the back
that is very old
but it's all I have
so I keep my eyes to the horizon
'cause I don't have the energy
to turn
my spare tire
and my jack are missing
I left them to those in need
who didn't see fit
to return them to me
so I don't know where I'm going
just know I got to go
half empty
and with so much to tow...

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