In the morning mess
I find you waiting
The sky thick with wet
Clouds
Unable to
Hold it all in
You on your dark
Brooding cloud
Offer to take me
To places I need to be
I rage against you
For I cannot abide by
Such laws of (your)confusion
Bound by floods,
Diminished shorelines
You stand where if you wait long enough
The tides will pull you in
(Everyone's bound to be
Pulled in
by the tow)
So no.
I'm waiting for the one
Who remains steady
Just a soft rocking over my waves
He'll anchor
Wait
Then
Sail us both back
To(for) shore.
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