The more I try The more I feel Im missing The more I run The more my feet keep slipping The more I think The more I tend to worry The more I look I see my thoughts before me And I dream of a strand As I struggle on the waves And I see the end of a passing day As I see the strand In the corners of my mind Windows offer the view Of a coming day The more I stretch The more these walls confine me The more I beg The less it all seems likely The more I mind The matter that surrounds me The more I find My thoughts before me Drifting on an open sea Shipwrecked clinging to broken beams Waters to my neck I strain to catch my breath Drifting in the boundaries Ive built up deep within me Waters to my neck I strain to catch my breath Im tired of treading again Im swimming to the strand
strand, strain, drifting, catch, neck