We are the shallow walkers
never stepping too deep into foreign waters
we tread lightly in a world
that had endless possibilities,
endless dreams.
Lillies and daisies and hanging vines
once protected us from our dreams
but the february frost killed everything
We are allowed to dream
but forbidden to live.

Climbing up broken steps that once led to promise
The sure footing crumbling into oblivion
just like the past.
Why is it when everything seems so optimistic
reality stabs you in the back?

I once had a dream
that became a nightmare
that became real
This is it.
This is my dream,
my nightmare
my reality

I am the shallow walker
I cannot step into foreign waters of endless possibilities
Why couldn't the frost taken me with everything else

Shallow -  Eric Enwood June 16/02