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