I've been here before,
washed away, in the rain
Stuck in the fjord,
somewhere, near the drain
When it's day, I can't see
At night, I can't breathe
Everything feels like
a big pile of leaves
Somewhere, near the drain
If I kick, maybe push,
..i've been here before
Somewhere, near the drain,
there used to be a door
When I was first born,
in those times before,
our parents built the drain,
and then built much more
They knew of such times,
when steel rain became haze
The will sun shine tomorrow,
we can live through today
And though time will wash,
leaves, into the drain
Kick, and push, to the doors
that bring you home again
Jan 23, 2021
Jan 23, 2021 at 12:55 AM UTC
I've been here before,
washed away, in the rain
Stuck in the fjord,
somewhere, near the drain
When it's day, I can't see
At night, I can't breathe
Everything feels like
a big pile of leaves
Somewhere, near the drain
If I kick, maybe push,
..i've been here before
Somewhere, near the drain,
there used to be a door
When I was first born,
in those times before,
our parents built the drain,
and then built much more
They knew of such times,
when steel rain became haze
The will sun shine tomorrow,
we can live through today
And though time will wash,
leaves, into the drain
Kick, and push, to the doors
that bring you home again
May 2020. Enjoy
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