I can hardly focus
through the drip the drip the dripping
that echoes here.
My pockets are deep with overused sayings
of hope
and the impression that hangs
from the ceiling
like icicles
If only I could see
passed the splash the splash the splashing
of the puddles it creates
here and there
that crowd my life and block my paths
passed the splash the splash the splashing
of the puddles it creates
here and there
that crowd my life and block my paths
Why am I holding so tight
when as sure as this frost is thawing
it will turn to icy water
and slip through my fingers
indefinitely
when as sure as this frost is thawing
it will turn to icy water
and slip through my fingers
indefinitely
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