Day 1

Finding yourself washed up on the rocks you've dealt yourself this hand,
Only you too pick yourself up cause you can't wait until they turn to sand,
The only senses you feel to be true to you is just what your eyes can see,
But would you be the first to be tricked into an oasis that you believed to be?
Knowing now that what you thought you knew has evidently fell behind,
Would it be safe to assume to yourself that your love is no longer blind?
So why has your mind brought you on to this place of barren nothingness?
To find in yourself the person, place or time you wouldn't have settled for less.
Now tired, dirty, alone you realise that you want nothing more than more time,
To take back the feelings felt and word you spoke no more of a victimless crime,
You see the thing is about feelings is that eventually they will come to fade,
as in how even the brightest summer days will keep some people in shade,
and the words you spoke to me my dear can never or ever be un-heard,
because you have given me all the sun and shade in the form of spoken word
The tide rolls in and water washes against your feet just try and understand,
It's not just you that is walking the thin line between the sea and the land,
this precise moment represents what you will come to feel each and everyday,
the decision of your heart to make to stay and try or to just move away.