I'm talking to myself again
Pacing enthusiastically,
Flooding frustration

Take my warmth and
Shoes once more
Trying to take my
Soul with them

I'm talking to myself again
Eyes burning,
Barefooted again

The city pulls just like the tides
It listens as I find myself
Treading on its grounds

Castles on the other side
Infinite fish bowl on mine

I'm talking to the fish again
Explaining death but
Intending to save them
crossed outI didn't*

The ocean breathes shallow, heavy
The Moon plays her disappearing act again
I'm talking to them both again
They whisper and they sing