Sunlight piercing though, words marking the carpet.
You said you were missing some roots.
Dull as the moment, she talked too much.
I was gunning for a joke or two.
You're not an island, but during high tide
I took a night ride and the ocean ate me up.
Sunlight piercing down. It was quiet in the town
as I drowned right into you.
Words marking the contract, you had
A moment to contemplate. The template remained
feeling unfulfilled. Was it God's will?
Or was the desperation shining through.