"Holes"

Time, all the long red lines
that take control
of all the smoke-like streams
that flow into your dreams.
That big blue open sea
that cant be crossed, that cant be climbed
just born between,
oh, the two white lines,
distant gods and faded signs.
of all those blinking lights,
you had to pick the one tonight.

Holes, dug by little moles,
angry, jealous spies
got telephones for eyes,
come to you as friends,
all those endless ends
that can't be tied.
Oh, they make me laugh
and always make me cry.
until they drop like flies
and sink like polished stones.
of all the stones i've thrown,
how does that old song go??