Sea Of Judgement

Paul Ferguson

Compositor: Ferguson (Gb 2) Paul, Mark Thwaite

They are leaving, they have left
Descended through the gates
Fallen through the cracks
No light proceeds, no sound escapes
No breath left in them, devoured
Distant now they are receding
Fading from view
Cling to the memory
Clutch at thin air
No succor found from them
No lessons learned
We lay so low
Grasping outstretched arms
They won't come home

The best is not forgiven
The best is done
The worst is not forgotten
The rest not coming home
They are gone now
We will follow

The best is not forgiven
The best is done
The worst is forgotten
The rest not coming home

Observing, comparing, judging, scoring, grading
Constant chatter, chit chat
The mind never ceases
Which is better? Which is worse?
Which I like? Which I don't?
Weighing, quantifying, adding, subtracting
One image follows another
A thousand images, an ocean
None of which is real
Observing past, present and future
Imagine, imagine, imagine

Observing, comparing, judging, scoring, grading
Which is better? Which is worse?
Which do I like? Which I don't?
In a sea of judgment
A sea of judgment

In a sea of judgment
A sea of judgment