the more I
try
the more I feel I’m missing
the more I run
the more my feet keep slipping
the more I think
the more I tend to worry
the more I look
I see my thoughts before me
and I dream of a strand
as I struggle on the waves
and I see the end of a passing day
as I see the strand
in the corners of my mind
windows offer the view
of a coming day
the more I stretch
the more these walls confine me
the more I beg
the less it all seems likely
the more I mind
the matter that surrounds me
the more I find
my thoughts before me
drifting on an open sea
shipwrecked clinging to broken beams
waters to my neck
I strain to catch my breath
drifting in the boundaries
I’ve built up deep within me
waters to my neck
I strain to catch my breath
I’m tired of treading again
I’m swimming to the strand
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