funkabella

youve become an island in the hazy world surrounding me
offering a vast reward each tim i safely cross the sea
all to often i become lost in the fog and haze
slinging still, against my will, to promises of clearer days
i am just a raindrop that accelerates without control
losing bits and pieces in descent 'till i'm no longer whole
i am just another shooting star above that you might see
until i have your full attention i'll be anything but me

such is the promise, such is the curse
you could just live your life better or worse
knowing the cache of dreams up on that hill
beckons and sways but wont bend to your will
you might find a river under a mountain
that feeds a remote subterranean fountain
drink from this, taste just a himt of a dream
that somehow leaked into the ungerground stream