Or maybe this empty room
What made me decide it’s not
Well, because I’ve found it’s my lonely heart
Am I set adrift
Like a fallen piece of wood
Floating down a over through the wood
Knowing I will never reach the shore
My heart, no my hopes, like Seaweed always reaching for the sun and the surface
When deep down I know I can never reach
Floating alone in the water
Compassion nor companionship never to be found
Perhaps I should dream myself a fisherman
Always casting the line
Hoping to get the next big catch
Or dinner, nourishing the body
Finding that nourishment for my soul
Hoping I don’t reel in an old boot
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