"What could be"

These words flow like blood
from my open wounds

I could never leave you
but God if I could

I’d let you into my mind
but you’d make haste
of a place
all too sacred of mine

Being myself or someone else
neither seems to fall into line
Being myself or someone else
I never seem to fall into line

I wonder what you think of me
Do you share that love I feel?
or are you drowning
in simple misery?

I worry that these days
are being washed away
Here and gone
like drawings in the sand

The waves come crashing over
I’ve never seen you sober
always high on
what could be

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