I am living out here i do not know for how long
the forest that surrounds me does not care what i have done
i´m climbing now
through the pines and the air is sharp


i am carrying the weight of all i fear may become
of the toxic busy world
swirling inside my skull
i´m trepanning now
but the onion layers of fear are so hard

we are whirlpools never moving
we twist and change eternally
snatching fragments of dreams
treasure we all yearn to keep
but they´ll soon be blown away
like sand round ozymandian feet

i will watch the dust as it comes
and each morning sweep the ground knowing that´s where i´m bound
but for now it is spring
birds still prepare their nests in the trees

and there´s work to be done
and i´m grateful all is as it should be

Whirlpools

Here's a short blog post about the song: http://willworth.co.uk/2013/03/the-parting-glass/

Will Worth

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