Think I can't? Just Watch Me.

Magnify the watcher's eye
and take it to the sea
dawn is dear and so sincere
oh, hear my crying plea!

how can I see your careless way
the path does lie in state
crooked is the broken road
the casket maker makes

What will be is hidden gold
a treasure coming soon
a black tar rock beneath the ground
came here right from the moon

In the air or in the sea
water is my weight
soaring on the drops of sand
it's you I have to take.

Authors comment- Yet another mass of mixed emotion burried somewhere in my brain. Somewhere within my thoughts, a patchwork quilt of ripped rages come together. The dusty pieces you find at the bottom of a junk drawer; the ones with sticky goop glueing down all your loose change. Thats what this poem is. Think I can't make a statement out of this junk? Just watch me!