sometimes
all you need
is to hear your own thoughts
everything
ever so still now
clothes parting
sun setting
moon rising
and its like drowning in a sea
when the water is just up to your ankles
so hear me out now
i may never be free from the world
but, as the darkness grows heavy
somewhere in there
i know there's light
its not your fault
that nothing ever grows
and days pass
and we're not growing any younger
soon
it'll be time
for our eyes to open
maybe mine is open
maybe yours are
maybe our lives
are just looking from the inside
out
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