Reposessed

Gone all the way over

Gone to the other shore

Like a mantra the waves

Roll in and she listens

To hear that eternal

Sweet low repetition she says

I? carefully booting

My trail through the sand

Crossing the dunes over repossessed land

Gone, gone, gone all the way over

Gone to the other shore

While dead sharp I wait

She says all these questions

Are useless to ask

Make one fine scrapcollection she says

Floodgate of memories

Comes to a hold

Dead sharp I wait till the story unfolds

Like a mantra the waves

Roll in and she listens

To hear that eternal

Sweet low repetition