Travelling Light

How much further can I sink?
In front of you?
I always talk before I think,
when I’m talking to you.
Under any other sky
we’d be plain sailing,
but without the heart to try
we’d be forever failing.

What was the use in running away?
Before saying what you wanted to say?

We took a scenic detour,
Resurrected by the route
Losing sight of what we strived for,
found two bodies in the boot.
And down any other road,
we’d be free-wheeling,
instead of towing or being towed
toward bad feeling..

And if we carry on following easy tracks
we’ll just be following sheep.
Though there’s safety in numbers within the pack,
whose keeping fat souls from their sleep?

Underneath the stone,
you’ll find a skinny plastic man.
His bones won’t erode –
He’ll be waiting for your hand
and down any other street
you’d have your own door key,
but this way our paths might meet
and we’ll be home free.

That rolling stone that gathers no moss
doesn’t live the life without feeling loss..

So if you feel you need a port in a storm
steer your vessel to me,
I’ll try my best to keep us warm,
Until we’re back out on the sea.