There’s a vast vast sea
Between who I actually am
And who I daily long to be
But as long or short as my life is
I’ll never mine away my morals
Like dirt washes through a sieve
I look at you with such sad wonder
At what it is you have become
And what you traded for your plunder
A score or month or one day hence
If luck is loving or God is good
You might learn you never made sense
Sparks 