In my final days
Give me something that I can remember
In my final days
Draw me closer and ask:
Did I ever see something that couldn’t be touched by words?
Touch something that couldn’t be seen not ever?
If I had my way there’d be too much for me to remember
I wake every day
Take a moment to “God bless” my motion
I wake every day
Clench a fist and keep it as an option
Who knows what’s in store for me, I might say
Who knows if I’ll ever see the Indian Ocean
I’ll just keep an atlas on hand in case
I should ever find that it’s my destined location
In my final days
Give me something that I can remember
In my final days
Draw me closer and ask:
Did I ever lose myself in moments I can’t explain?
Find myself believing in invisible order?
Close my eyes and follow a pretty voice
Wake up with my feet wet in the Indian Ocean?
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