Swimming through the current looking for waves
To carry me to shore, but the ocean hesitates.
I've been awake for so long I forget what sleeps like
Fighting the darkness every night.
As I choke on the bitter salt of every bite
I can help but focus on the thought of no hope in sight.
In an out of my mind, I can't help but drift.
Reality becomes a blur between the each water rift.
Within the space of each pendulum it's a lifetime
And I'm forced to each memory along tides eye.
I've survived this long and each day gets longer
While giving in becomes an option fueled by hunger.
So I fight on and keep perspective at an angle
Because with each stroke I keep death at a stand still.
And though the rode I'm on isn't sure or even stable
I keep fighting through every gallon, every waves pull.
Surviving isn't certain, but hope is never concrete.
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