Wading through water,
To shallow to swim,
I'll slide across the moss,
And glide across skin,

I wake up in mornings,
To early to sleep,
I goto bed,
To late to eat,

Walking in circles,
Through the weeds,
I try to clear my head,
But only she sees

That the things I say
Aren't what they mean
And thoughts I dream
Are but a dream

Never lived
I can only hope
For better days
And better boats

To carry me across
The empty water
Now I can sleep
I care no longer...
 
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