Watersking with Tidy-Bowl Man
Born from a thought, nurtured by an imagination, evolving into a dream
Still, in all her affection and beauty, she lays beyond my reach...
but she never knows that
Sometimes she waits on me and smiles an unsuspecting smile
And then there are times when she gives so much of herself to me,
comforting my many ails, yet never once realizing how distant she is
If the ink never fades,
she’ll live forever,
long after this heart of mine has died
Pass the Glade if you're going to do that here...