the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Friday, April 9, 2010

Waiting in the Front Door

Tell me this will be something else, or
Tell me I'd be better off
Digging up wells for the incoming swell,
Saving up sandy water for
When I'm feeling too well.
This water isn't clean
This water is what I need.
It is a variation of a common theme
That I am only an extra in this party scene.

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