in time
I've heard so many stories
of weed and of wine
of women
and men
and beliefs

the moon came up first
it's for certain
and waters
beginning to move

and then came the shores
kind of random
the broken design
of the tides

a long time
we grew it together
then time
has just kept us at wait
but neither the sea
nor the moon, love,
have held it together
this long

it's strange how sometimes
it just happens
the chance
and the moon
and the sea
there is still a choice
between maybe
and freedom
and boredom
and us.