An ocean, a homesick fool

I go on through foreign lands,
I recognize the story from long ago,
Run, dear homesick fool, run on.

I cross blood red rivers,
I cross the river of Styx w/o meeting Hero,
Run, dear homesick fool, run on.

I owe everything to long dead comrades,
They greet me everyday, and cheer me on.
Run, dear homesick fool, run on.

Poisoned winters tell a familiar tale
It reminds me of you back home,
Run, dear homesick fool, run on.

I see you across the room, I don't believe my eyes
Walking up to you I see your skin in marble.
Run, dear homesick fool, run on.

Huddled around the fireplace we tell our stories,
How we saw them in our dreams; do our own eyes dare deceive?
Run, dear homesick fools, run on.

Does she walk with her hands bound,
Or does the past sing of the sparrow, so free?
Run, poor homesick fool, run on.

And truth, buried so long ago;
Buried after every daydream & fireplace.
Run, poor homesick fool, run on.

Timelines apart we run from each other
Yet we always find our way back.
Run, poor homesick fool, run on.

But one moment we require,
One moment to realize what is really going on.
Run, poor homesick fool, run on.

We've seen each other before,
We know a dream from a dream on a page,
Stay, poor fools, a tear ripples but once
In the ocean which remains forever, but never remembers.