It's all a little off kilter.
It's all just that little 'not right'.
Not feeling my best self in the day,
And fighting dream demons at night.
In my head I imagine a break,
Sit back, relax and deep breathe,
But it is all imagination,
It doesn't fit with the life that we weave.
I imagine the freedom to break out,
To let waves wash me clean, and repeat,
But I know that I would still have the consequences,
Like driftwood attacking my feet.
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