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