Wishful Thinking
Written with a friend trading off verses.
A grasp at the air, an elusive escape
I dream of an ocean and a mountainous landscape
A wisping away dare I try grasping again?
Or should I move away to new thoughts I could blend
Like the waves washing up eroding the shore
I first see my dreams but time makes them no more
So I looked to the heavens and the mountainous peaks
And I look for the sun rise where wishful thinking speaks
Are these dreams a prison for goodness sake
Or is it the foam from my latte that keeps me awake
Too much reality steps and takes hold
Sure hope I’ve done more by the time I’ve grown old
I’m spending my time thinking the wishes are locks
But maybe its reality, I’m between hard places and rocks
So I looked to the heavens and the mountainous peaks
And I look for the sun rise where wishful thinking speaks
Others I meet bring me tid bits of their thoughts they hold true
Their messages help inspire me on what I should do
Truth peers through the darkness though I still must have faith
The truth from the rod and the staff keeps me safe
I need to seek God and let go of control
I need to stop worrying and let go…just let go
So I looked to the heavens and the mountainous peaks
And I look for the sun rise where wishful thinking speaks
But I still feel the hound of the fear dogs at night
Its breath on my heels brings terror in flight
I Awake from the night in the middle of day
O God…I scream…I grasp…I pray
The dog whimpers beside me as we step into the light
He’s now a companion like an angel from the night.
So I looked to the heavens and the mountainous peaks
And I look for the sun rise where wishful thinking speaks
ps.,
My latte is getting cold should I get it warmed up?
Or should I just get another cup
grmaval 