Offbeat Sanctuary

(hummmm) Tell me it is time to slow down,

The world is spinning but I stand aside.

And I just do not want to run,

I prefer my own rhythm,

my own stride.

No applause wanted at vanity's fair,

I have my haven,

four strings and haze.

In this limited freedom of mine,

I am at home,

through these quiet days.

He said that I fell

out of the game,

That my paths lead nowhere at all.

But I have my pulse,

my dreams remain, And I will not bow to the crowd's call.

An outsider? Maybe so,

When you prefer truth to cheap displays.

This is my own hard test of life,

With no leaders and no golden praise.

Under the surface water dreams play,

While they tell me how I must live.

But I go against the gray current today,

To find the music I have to give.

He said that

I fell

out of the game,

That my paths lead nowhere at all.

But I have my pulse,

my dreams remain, And I will not bow to the crowd's call.

An outsider? Maybe.

No audience, no manifestos.

Just me.