Flowers In the Sand

I gotta doubt it
On occasion to be sure
A lot about it
Might make me think I'm losing more
Than I been giving out
But I'm not giving in
This just a whim
That I've been choosing over open doors

I know the floor
Like the score of the last game
Its where I'm staring
With a glare to make the glass break
I know I'm more
Than a number and a last name
If you know my first
You understand the lumberjack hate
And that's a bad joke
'Cause I ain't that great
Brought a bag lunch
Paper bag taste
Had a bad day
I had to man up
That's a bad way to say it
Yeah, I'm that young

Had to doubt it
On occasion to be sure
A lot about it I don't understand
But that's the chore
Can't reroute it
What you did has now been done
I write about it
And describe the mime as the loudest one

'Cause that's the power in my hand
Dripping off my fingers
Planting flowers in the sand
Said that's the power in my hand
Symbolism lingers
Spring showers come as planned
That's the power in my hand
Dripping off my fingers
Planting flowers in the sand
Said that's the power in my hand
Symbolism lingers

Talked about it
Many other times before
Got around it
By drowning in a vat of more metaphor
Than most would ever reckon for
When I pour indirect
It's just evidence that I've settled more
I should have meddled more
I would have set it off
In terms of meddling,
I'm betting I possess the sauce
And I should settle less
And get a better spot
Never planned to be
An example of potential lost

And that's the power in my hand
Knowing at my core I could tower when I stand
If only I was more than a shadow of a man
But a shadow on the floor points to a light source

Of course!
I must be on course
Confident guessing,
I'd be honored to endorse
A more specific plan
A more descriptive verse
But knowing where I stand
Is knowing where to blur the words
It's absurd how I do this, true that
Glued wings, used wax
Flew high, moved fast
Produced a splash
But it's not like that
Never choosing flash
Over long-time pacts
On my last breath
Might still doubt it
On this occasion
I don't need to be so sure
No more practice,
Show me what you know about it
In this equation
It ain't why we solving for

And that's the power in my hand
Dripping off my fingers
Planting flowers in the sand
Said that's the power in my hand
Symbolism lingers