I’m Here with Bruce
I’m here with Bruce
What I’m drinkin ain’t juice
The suns callin and I
Feel like I’m fallin
What do I do with the feelings I feel
Waves crashing against the rocks
It’s all too surreal
This never ending search for the “one” goes on
Will I find her in paradise
Or has the opportunity passed; gone
Time on this island has no boundary or line
Waiting is short or long
It’s hard to define
Yet everything tells me it’s worth the pain
I’m fused to this urgency
I cannot refrain
Do I blame myself for persisting
Or is this just folly
It could be Shannon or it could be Molly
Well that sun’s still out there
It’s just calling my name
Oh well, hey Bruce…I’ll have the same.
Doug Heyman, Key West, Florida
February 2005
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