and the sand feels like knives
on these fresh new feet
do I dare to walk again
to claim the grass as my realm
the road as my right?
how terrifying the world
with the clouds stripped away
how broad and bright it lays
across my dazzled eye
Is it true that I once ran
here and farther than the light stretches?
All I've done lately is drift
in the half cocoon of water's grip
unsure of if it's sinking
or swimming when your feet lose their grip.
Still here I am
washed up on this shore again
So tell me land, will you bear my weight?
All I ask is that you not betray me
and send me lost again, lost at sea.
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