Watering Hole

Time slows down to the point
Where it's home drifts away but the walls close in
Making first mistakes twice
It’s spotted back helps the darkness of the jaguar
But when left in the snow it’s buried alive
Still fragile from the last time spent in town
Carrying the burden which is only scattered blades remain
It reaches in anyway doesn’t care about its arms
because he had fallen there so many times before

Reflecting, leaving early for time spent to be let go
Defusing a tsunami just brings shrapnel to the thoughts though
Opened the gates to where the water may flow
Venturing to the cliff where you let go
One sand fall in the hourglass of the high man and then thrown

It watches it surface for air to breathe by giving its last breathe away
But thats all it really wanted anyway, to see them breathe
A relapse in the lawn a instability of reality’s
It looks around underwater to see no one reaching down
Expect those whose role is expected
Would swimming further down save time or again does he sit here to wait
again…
If I were to swim to the surface will we meet?
I think so…

Meaningless through no response manipulation of the strings to let his thoughts be heard
Still silence in return
In the reflection of a lonely fish he sees the past times and sinks lower
Like a basket case in the storm
Hearing voices was it all just vindictive or was there a meaning
He got what he prayed for anyway
Its time to reach the surface

The water parts ways to help him out
He sees the productivity and the advancement
When the hand reaches out again
They don’t remember
Only wanting when needing? No… stop…
His head turns back to the water where it was calmer

But it saw the death plagued around the watering hole
War es eine verschwendung
No it got want it wanted, so it should be happy
So it turns his head upwards towards a new path
Resplendence no where seen besides the trail left at the cross roads
The new path covered in fog but a step is taken anyway even if it is in ignorance
Not in knowing what he needed but in only what he wanted
He wanted the black stain to breathe because of its didn’t understand its worth to others
Yet for what it was going to grow into
Skin heals over the nails while they remain
Uncomprehensive yet, maybe in due time
Saving others before you is all that matters

Before submerged the answers were known
But know here
The truth is clearing, that the compass is blind
Maybe in never knowing is part of getting through
Should it stay waiting at the cross roads
It will hurt holding on and touch to feel
It’s worth it because there is still one last step to saving
It is still here I feel it in soho…

His tail flails in the wind
There is so many like it but his is different
Endangered it may be the pack unknown
Even if the secret of the mountain is left unknown
To rise is the only way to grow
Because if you never shoot you will never know