Do you panic?
Waiting and fading and floating,
Trying to count the ways that you haven't decided,
Wondering why you haven't made up your mind,
Not really sure.
Yes and no,
The sweeter dreams are out of reach,
And I'm a child once again,
Making a splash in a dream filled fantasy,
Where serpentine swim and make you feel like you're drowning.
If this beat was any stronger,
I could close my eyes and be pushed away from it,
Hopefully toward you,
And call it what you want,
These are my ideas,
Locked up in thought,
Hiding my bruises from you, my enemies.
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