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Ocean in Motion
You don’t say that I’ve stopped trying,
I’ve already restrained myself from dying.
You see just a wall, white and wide-eyed,
There’s no word, but the truth you’re denied.
I’ve always loved the idea of flowers,
Changing with each passing hour,
Blooming in color, then fading away—
At least, someday, I’ll expect the change to stay.
You’ll never know what it feels like to be this way,
To give everything and get nothing in return each day.
You look at the sun, but it burns you down,
Caught in the heavy rain, I slowly drown.
You’ll never know how it feels to be so lost,
Tasted pain until I could no longer count the cost.
Climbing mountains, only to fall again,
Trying to reach the person I could never attain.
And when there’s time to regain your faith,
You visit the seaside and watch the waves.
“I wish you could see me, lying cold on the ocean floor,”
After the wind took me far, but never reached the shore.
I’ve already restrained myself from dying.
You see just a wall, white and wide-eyed,
There’s no word, but the truth you’re denied.
I’ve always loved the idea of flowers,
Changing with each passing hour,
Blooming in color, then fading away—
At least, someday, I’ll expect the change to stay.
You’ll never know what it feels like to be this way,
To give everything and get nothing in return each day.
You look at the sun, but it burns you down,
Caught in the heavy rain, I slowly drown.
You’ll never know how it feels to be so lost,
Tasted pain until I could no longer count the cost.
Climbing mountains, only to fall again,
Trying to reach the person I could never attain.
And when there’s time to regain your faith,
You visit the seaside and watch the waves.
“I wish you could see me, lying cold on the ocean floor,”
After the wind took me far, but never reached the shore.
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