I've walked the world cast in the role of distant stranger,
and seen the old, the bold, the minor, and the major.
And people talk of fears, but I would make a wager
that never was a sense more ill-tuned than that of danger.
the parting clouds divulged a deep blue sky
and lapping waves were proof that time passed by
but only so gently that I couldn't say
if time ran true or told a subtle lie
The grass is growing through the cracks,
but each man’s view is parallax.
So, while it seems ill-kempt to one,
others are charmed by the same facts.