The Great Fleet Of Echoes

When we have used

all of our mistakes

When we have lost

the faith on ourselves

How deep is the darkness

How frail is your mind

Are you far or close

to your dreams?

Watery-eyed and broken

in a life of decay

Do you think you are free?

Living to wither

We cut ourselves

to fit into the world's

grey machine

Gathering memories

Frail evidence

Falling pieces

Oblique fragments

Traces of a purpose

Our voices echo

the shattered freedom

Do you hear

these words I say

Flying through the mouth

Burning through the head

Set fire into your soul

and never let go

Do you see them

Do you hear them

These words moving

through the air

Are you far or close

to your deepest dreams?

Do you think you are free?

Overhead

in a broad formation

out through the smothered

hearts of men

come the great fleet of echoes

in spasms full of life

all shapeless and surreal

echoes of shattered

freedom

The great fleet of echoes