If ever it unravels it will be the end
There's a sadness lurking here inside
Blinded by a very severe artificial light
It keeps the dark blue sweetly sedated
So that there are no shadows to slip within

A smile holding thousands of pounds
Pressure immense but manageable
For when the floodgates begin to fail
There is no ship to use and sail

If ever it unravels it will be the end
There is no secret trap door
Or magic elaborate escape plan
Nor ropes or staples strong enough
To tether it all back together

Just an ocean delaying an implosion
That has been been quickly approaching