I'm broke
and getting more broke
it's not this that makes me sad
but the notions that I tend to create but
can't be
for I am too weak
the good and the bad
feelings are apparently quite mixed up
for what is it that I can bear what
the world might bring forth
I have no idea at all
I can look beyond the waters
but all I see are the blues
flooding and crashing down on
enormous rocks
splashing but never making a point
my feet are sinking under the sand
my head looking down
who am I
where am I
what am I doing
perhaps you could say
I'm lost
I wouldn't say that's a misjudgment
but I will nod
but be a dear and understand this
I give you the horizons
connoting all that I have been through
I'm at fault
and falling all the more
in my pit of faults
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