My feet lie under me wearily
And my focus, it drifts off dreamily
As I sit and wait for another uncertain thing to come
It's all just treading water
Like a desperate cling to survival
As the ocean floor is just a few feet too far away
It's fingers slipping on the cliffside
And hands too fatigued to decide
If they have the strength to hold on just one more breath
The sleep just isn't coming
While the white noise keeps on humming
As I pray for silent breaths to take me to my dreams
But the dreams, they seem so cloudy
And my fears are screaming loudly
So I wait and wait for sleep to find me once again.
T
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