A Tiny Fold - Bishop Allen

I don’t know how long I stayed in bed

The day is surely dead

And once again, I’m sleeping with the book I read

And colorfully and candidly, it points the way so childishly ahead

I guess I will make it through the day

To learn I’ve lost my way

And once again, my heavy heart is made of clay

And distant shores unseen by men, they call to me to set my sails away

To set my sails away

For distant shores, okay

I can’t seem to fit where I belong

I tune myself a song

And even then, I can’t quite figure out what’s wrong

And will I end a broken man whose hands half-filled even though they once

seemed strong?

I still have nothing to my name

So brightly burns the flame

And even then, I’ve spent my life so wrecklessly

The stories on the page I read, they make me seem so timid and afraid

So timid and afraid

A tiny fold away

And on and on and endlessly

The promises and the pagentry

And those who live so fearlessly

If I could live so fearlessly

I mark my place, a tiny fold

And once again, I find myself alone