Got stuck, carried me away, to somewhere bright and better.
Dumped me in a bog, All day long there I bobbed.
And listened to the croaking frogs.
A rolling fog came by and sat while I drank some luke-warm coffee,
We talked about our lives, where we’d be eventually.
When it was time to go, it went on, and I wanted to, too, but-
Sometimes when you’re stuck in a soft spot,
It’s easy to fall asleep at the wheel,
It’s hard to tell what’s real,
So I let the greatest mother take care of me.
I had a still-water dream, of a golden, skinned, slender woman,
With weeping willow leaves for hair, and eyes as dark and soft as soil,
She held my face, her lips said nothing, but she told me everything I should know,
A certainty anytime I needed guidance, when I felt alone,
She’ll be waiting for me, as long as I make it to her.
Took a drive in the rain today, crossed an overflowing river,
and I went on and on and on.