Time to sleep. Time to dream.
Time to think about everything you’ve seen
from the morning time ‘til the evening time
and every little moment in between.
Your body’s still working. Your heart is still beating.
What’s in your mind’s a mystery.
Your lungs are still breathing. Your eyes are still blinking.
Each new thing you learn is a feat.
You’re a seed. You’re a being.
You’ve got your own identity.
Not my masterpiece. Not my property.
And you’ll do whatever you please.
I’ll try to help find the tools to find what you love
and help your community.
I’ll keep you living each morning and evening
and give you the time to succeed.
Time to sleep. Time to dream,
as you’re leaning back in your chair.
You’ve lost all energy on your epic journey
to walk from your bed over there.
Your lungs are still breathing. Your heart is still beating.
Your mind has gone – I don’t know where.
Well, you’re eighty years older than the kid on my shoulder
but there are some things that you share:
fruit puree, plainest taste,
you throw your dislikes on the floor,
eyes are drawn to the sun
or the light shining under the door,
you might say a word or two – no one really has a clue
if it’s babbling or if there’s meaning.
Well, memory is fleeting, but there’s an amnesis,
a texture, a smell, or a feeling.
released October 23, 2015
Ryan McCormick wrote, sang, played guitar, played bass, and played saxophone.
Christopher Ellis recorded and played drums.
Tom Whalen mastered.
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