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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 |