Another talk, now yet another time
You came back to me, like a harmony divine
How to be wise, again we defined
Summoning ourselves to a higher quest of the mind
Did you confine? That what was sublime?
Moments slipping away, dry needles of pine
A falling, clumsy, slice of lime
I think we defined, what wasn\'t refined!
Grab that lime, huddle the needles of pine
Clearer before, now has threads intertwined
Make you a drink? I am usually very kind
Or maybe I won\'t, there\'s too much on the line
That drink would spill, we are sailing through time
But the beautiful stars, haven\'t lost their shine
Turn the turbines, there is much to find
Quest of this damned mind, holy, unkind
Set the course, let the waves divide
That which could not be yours, that which
could not be mine...
-Al