4am

Forget your buried treasure I found a hole in the map A faster way to the other page An option to climb back An ocean of fading ink In a world that's running out I'll get to the end and turn around It's four o'clock in the morning I'm wide awake, I suppose I've sunk a thousand leagues beneath A blanket made of stars I'll get to the index Turn the atlas upside down I keep leaving footprints in the clouds An Ocean, a wave I keep leaving footprints in the clouds A year and a day I keep leaving footprints in the clouds The minor chords march uninvited But silence breaks apart your will It's easy to hold your breath When time is standing still But I'll keep on breathing Leaving footprints in the clouds --- 4am - Andrew Bradley