By Anthony Shucraft
I’m sitting here inside my own world
In one where billions are floating by
So far apart, it ain’t tropical, it’s arctic
Waiting for a storm – drown us tonight
I don’t mind solitude but only in pieces
Because everybody needs to relax, unwind
But for all it helps, after awhile it ceases
When we get into an island state of mind
We need to get outside of ourselves
Crash together and form continents
Nothing much to being little puddles
When together we could become oceans
It is getting closer to us being flooded out
Of this existence that is short in time
Its time we get out of these whereabouts
See our way out of the island state of mind
