Stranded it feels to be alone amidst plenty
And identifiably so as forlornness floods awareness and thoughts submerge
As I wish to wash away this cathartic residue
And identifiably so as forlornness floods awareness and thoughts submerge
As I wish to wash away this cathartic residue
And I fear these words will not be clear
Unrevealed, these thoughts of grey
In taking this brief moment
To collect these scattered thoughts
And harbor their trailing dreams
I fear this is the end of the counterweight
And I fear these words will not be clear
Unrevealed, these thoughts of grey
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