Low & Forlorn

We are out of our depth

We are swimming the endless seas

With just two arms and two arm bands

When we sleep we dream of leviathan and behemoth

We cannot rest

We sail on the plane of plain breath

And wonder, are we there yet?

Is this it?

Enough?

No never…

Sorry friends, I’m weary

Worn out

Anyone I’ve let down

I’m sorry

There is no rest

Keep going

There’s no choice

Can’t stop

God forgive me

I should be grateful

I’ve come so far

My mind is tired

I must sleep

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