Tide

From the white out
Secret stains
A drone
Surrounding the surface
Breathing further
A stain from my
Open mind
And searching for something more
As the waves turn us over
We stay
Far…
Far from a conscious mind
Not very far from lies
We’re searching the outskirts of my own mind
Falling under
Far from where
Though ready to burst
Drifting further
I’ve only just
Scratched the surface
I’m striving to make it across
As the waves turn as over
We stay
Far…
Far from a conscious mind
Not very far from lies
We’re searching the outskirts of my own mind
As the waves turn as over
I drift further
As I’m standing in shallow waters
The tide won’t rise
The waves that remain