Gathering of Words

Where does a story start and where does life End? What's preparation and what's play pretend? Running through the words narrated by myself. A prologue for things meant to come. So ready to be cast. Preparing my answers for someone who'd Ask. That's all I could hear for a long time, The quiet gathering of Words. The days left behind waiting for one to begin. Allowing the tide to return and the world to Slip away. I was always the last to know. Never was one to tell. Didn't know where they'd go. It's like waking up to find time has passed. And nobody came to find you. Every image whisked away. Of all that would happen some beautiful Day. That's all I could hear for a long time, The quiet gathering of Words. The days left behind waiting for one to Begin. Allowing the tide to return and the world to Slip away. Easy to be clever when you're both sides of The conversation. Easy to be charming when it's all your Imagination. That's all I could hear for a long time, The quiet gathering of Words. The days left behind waiting for one to begin. Allowing the tide to return and the world to Slip away. Allowing the tide to return. Allowing the tide to return.