Reflections In Fugue

In fugue I glimpse a view that only sleepy eyes could see, I watch in fear as a thousand waves begin to wash all over me
Drowning in my malcontent I long to be set free, to escape the wrath of oceans great and all lifes blasphemy
Awakened I stroll on the beaches of my misery, lamenting all that I know of woe's mystery
A leap of faith from a cliff with urgence I do flee, and leave this sordid dream and make it long dead history