::: Isle of Song :::

[gnutmeg]

in the misty waters of my mind
there is an island
drifting
somewhen now lost to me
there I float
on the floor of a barren flat
starving
but it's okay because there's tea

and now watching you
oh, how I wish
I wish it was me
if I only could
be the one to sing

but your songs
they're not about me
they just catch me up and fall
to my knees
choking on these dreams
invoked
write one more, for me