Erratic thoughts come from divine
Yet I do not think they’re mine.

Down the road I drive, and down,
Feeling something
Yet I drown.

Farther, farther yet – and still,
I cannot process thoughts that spill.

Out and around me, dripping drops
The descent is longer – then it stops.

Pulling, pushing, fates collide
Unsure of when to time the tide.

Relief, surmounting, through the fog
Rolling, rolling, clear the smog.

I want to see what we outgrew.
I think I see the truest You.

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