Dawoodi Bohra

The Island Sea

Outside the window, a great big world of gray and green
and other hues... and I can't choose
And ropes and chains, I must believe they hold me in
And I can't breath and I can't move
Outside the window, imagined misery, reality,
conformity
And if I try to face it I'd probably fall
I'd probably crawl right back inside of me
Take me to the Island Sea
There's a world outside my window pane
But I can't face the thought of rain
So let me keep it inside of me
Inside my window, I imagine I'm a man
And I am free and I am cool and I'm not me
And the needle doesn't hurt, it doesn't kill
It doesn't steal, it doesn't feel and I don't bleed
Inside my window, the desert lands and desert sands
That fall between my desert hands
Can turn to grass and waterfalls and open rooms
And summer blooms and anything
Take me to the Island Sea
There's a world outside my window pane
But I can't face the thought of rain
I'll try again some other day
But right now let me fall away