The Brine

Headed from another time Place me on the fields of another plane I'll forgive the stress of mine I might even remember to meditate From time to time When I detect a change Or something's moving Into my way Try not to blink You'll fall behind Try not to sink Into the brine One through five Waste my time Can't lose sight of Another one Can't make any words Memory hurts For whatever it's worth I'm carrying mine Fine lines What did you tell me Painful memories Age like wine Can't make anything work Anyone's hurt Running in circles Still trying to justify Having much of an apple in my eye Still trying to understand What I already disagree with Mine mine mine Maybe i'll find it Dig down deep maybe One of these days Daze Daze Just a phase A phantom fog An invisible haze But a physical maze What's in my way What's in my way Headed from another time Place me on the fields of another plane Ill forgive the stress of mine I might even remember to meditate From time to time When I detect a change Or something's moving Into my way Try not to blink You'll fall behind Try not to sink Into the brine