Searching, searching, searching
For what I cannot find
Drowning, drowning
In these sands of time
And
Knowing
That all I've left behind
Was me
Changing from this haunted word
I cling to what I thought I heard
To drown alone in passing time
To drown myself in a rhyme
In a painted hollow dream
My castles crumbled in the sand
My hopes become a crushing hand
And I became a denizen
Of the land of forgotten things
Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 12:26 PM UTC
Searching, searching, searching
For what I cannot find
Drowning, drowning
In these sands of time
And
Knowing
That all I've left behind
Was me
Changing from this haunted word
I cling to what I thought I heard
To drown alone in passing time
To drown myself in a rhyme
In a painted hollow dream
My castles crumbled in the sand
My hopes become a crushing hand
And I became a denizen
Of the land of forgotten things