The waves they seep through the gray
And paint a picture devoid of blue
Which is strange, as the clouds they appear
To have run away from the brightness of day
The sand it solemnly weaves its way
And cuts through the land like broken glass
A river unwound, it's water not found
You can follow it's lack, if you wish
But slowly the footprints wain and become hollow.
The trees they shake, with the strength of dull winds
And the leaves they fall, like casual curses to the ground
But soon they will be covered by the drift
And all that's left will be all that's past.
If you like, you can try to live there
But your net will only catch drowning fish
Your ears will only hear sinking swallows
And soon all you knew will vanish in the rift
Like a dream, quickly fading.
But only if, he could awaken.
Coarsely he cries, his tears rough cowardice
Brushing against his world
Take his hand, if you dare.
But if you think he can feel yours,
Then you're mistaken.
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