I walk around,
Searching in the day,
For what lies six feet underground,
Something hidden far away.
I'm chasing the sun,
To find what belongs to the night,
Seeking the only one,
That sees the hole in me tonight.
The vision is so vibrant,
Yet I don't see it in view,
Over my thought it is tyrant,
And all leads back to you.
You have my mind on lock down,
Lying six feet underground,
Hiding from the day's light,
Revealing the worst in me tonight.
Pumping water as time will tell,
Thought by thought will prove this well,
To be running dry,
Seeming empty without knowing why.
Refusing to tell me all about,
Leave me trying to figure out,
What do I truly keep,
Chained up in the arms of sleep?
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