drowning on solid ground

the world seems so confusing when the fog hangs heavy over the once clear vistas

yet still the maps lead us towards our destinations as if there is nothing to fear hidden around us

so still i drive down once familiar roads towards a place i would rather not travel to

working towards an end that feels like another end that i am less than prepared to face

swimming through the ground level clouds that make me wonder why i never flew high

limping with no hopes of ever leaving this constant drowning that fills my lungs to bursting

looking for you to flash a signal of hope in dire times of lost in the shuffle of a thousand needles

follow the flares i launch with indifferent need in the fragile desire to leave this all behind


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