Down by the lake in the morning
wet grass between my toes
wearing nothing but my overalls
the sun was colored rose.
It reflected off the mirrored lake
back to a florescent sky,
evoking and elegant rising
while the night was saying good-bye.
i go back to this place whenever i can
to vision its beauty again,
so i can preserve it inside, for me to hide,
saving it for a day of rain...
... but rainy days came too often
for me to really see.
i always woke up to black crackling skies
when i was blue and dreary.
though sooner or later the skies would clear
and i’d finally see the way,
back to the lake i started to walk.
another wasted day...
... for, down by the lake in the morning
with wet grass between my toes,
i was wearing just my overalls
when the clouds took a striking pose.