Where are you goin'?

Where are you goin'?
Where you gonna stay,
when you don't know your way?

Where are you goin'?
At the end of the day,
when you don't know,
where your head will lay?

Where are you goin'?
Who are you fightin'?
Where are you layin'?
Where no one will know your name.

Ship of past joy

I want to sail on a ship of past joy.

Somewhere on to a far away island
so deep in my nested dreams,
etching on the dim white sand,
where joy bursts from the seams.

I sailed on a ship of past joy.

Amidst seas, flowers and their hives of bees.
kneeling against the tides of time.
I carefully dotted the i's and crossed the t's.
a penny for my thoughts, an idea for your dime.

As I run aground my ship of past joy.

A flash of light, a treacherous noise.
Torn from want, to need, I bleed
a decade ahead to reality.
no thoughts, hopes, for posterity.