Out of Loss, We can be Found.
Surrounded by Water, We can Die of Thirst.
This won't be the last time; It wasn't the first.
Where is my Focus? What's in my Brain?
Right on top? Or buried deep?
Think I'm awake? See I'm asleep.
Often Daily Life Is One Big Drain
On my time. Full of pain.
Always focused On another day
Is there, though? Or will there be?
A time that's mine? How long must I wait and see?
