I live on the beach,
Water surrounding me,
And it's got too deep,
I let it get too deep.
My home has no shape,
Nothing to sustain me,
But it keeps me safe,
From imagined pain.
In the dim light of the truth all you can do is bow
The walls often change,
Undo and displace me,
But I know I'll stay,
Can't ever get away.
When the crossing gets too wide then I go home,
To the fluctuation I have on my own.
And I look out longingly over the beach,
There's an ocean making life beyond my reach,
And the vastness is too much for me to stand,
And by the light of the truth all I can do is bow.
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