i feel i'm on the verge of some great truth

where i'm finally in my place

but i'm fumbling still for proof

and it's cluttering my space

though i have the strength to move a hill

i can hardly leave my room

so i sit perfectly still

and listen for a tune

cause everywhere i seem to be

i am only passing through

i dream these days about the sea

i always wake up feeling blue

so if i stumble, and if i fall

and if I slip now, and loose it all

and if I can't be, all that i could be

will you wait for me?

alexi murdoch