Jim Cain

I started out in search of ordinary things How much of a tree bends in the wind I started telling the story without knowing the end I used to be darker, then I got lighter, then I got dark again Something too big to be seen was passing over and over me Well it seemed like a routine case at first With the death of the shadow came a lightness of verse But the darkest of nights, in truth, still dazzles And I work myself until I'm frazzled I ended up in search of ordinary things Like how can a wave possibly be? I started running, and the concrete turned to sand I started running, and things didn't pan out as planned In case things go poorly and I not return Remember the good things I've done In case things go poorly and I not return Remember the good things I've done Done me in