Semaphore

Tempered in the passage of the long and boring day
Water boils as our spoils slowly turn to clay
Turn to clay and then to dust and then into the ground
Wonder what these spirits get up to when I'm not around

Here's a chance to change the very nature of the beast
A game we'd claim was not our aim but maybe you at least
Will admit there's something wrong with the breaking of the bend
A tightrope walked, a circle chalked around you in the end

Will I bet or leave it yet, the choice is never plain
Choice and chance and happenstance I swear I can explain
I can explain I swear but wait I just don't have enough
The weathers foul, and wolves will howl out here in the rough

Might be worth the while if it's written out to see
Semaphore, an SOS, smoke signals from the East
Sorry but I never learned to understand the signs
To me you speak some sort of Greek so sorry never mind



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Colburn
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