the more i try 

the more i feel i'm missing 

the more i run 

the more my feet keep slipping 

the more i think 

the more i tend to worry 

the more i look 

i see my thoughts before me 



and i dream of a strand 

as i struggle on the waves 

and i see the end of a passing day 

as i see the strand 

in the corners of my mind 

windows offer the view 

of a coming day 



the more i stretch 

the more these walls confine me 

the more i beg 

the less it all seems likely 

the more i mind 

the matter that surrounds me 

the more i find 

my thoughts before me 



drifting on an open sea 

shipwrecked clinging to broken beams 

waters to my neck 

i strain to catch my breath 

drifting in the boundaries 

i've built up deep within me 

waters to my neck 

i strain to catch my breath 

i'm tired of treading again 

i'm swimming to the strand