©2022

I thought you were an island
I am a boat circling around you
Looking for a place to dock
The waves are getting higher
The moon is out over the water
And all I can see
Are the dreams I left behind
When I pulled my anchor

©2022

The game is over
I don’t know the score
I saw you in the stands
And I couldn’t think of who would win
Unless it was me.
Unless I get the opportunity to play just once.
I don’t like this game
I don’t like the rules
All I want is a chance
To get my popcorn and coke
And sit with you
On my ratty, torn couch
And watch the games go by
And think of all the victories
Made possible in your eyes