How can the ocean, without a leak, find empty?
I try to reason, yet reason I can't.
I shed a gallon of tears to wash away your sorrows, and mine
A gallon more to start refilling your sea again.
I wonder how many more moons will fade away,
Before you sail your ship again,
With me perhaps, in wind.
Sometimes in the damp of day,
It's suffocating just to look out over the shore.
For there's something there that cannot be reached.
To stretch and take a leap, and bound for joy.
It all looks just too far away.
Take my hand and if you must,
Deceive, betray, delude my mind
Camouflage the absence of a jubilent sky
With the joy of the blithely unconcerned.
Run with me.
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