Tie me to the currents
That continuous, direct movement is what I crave
(I swear my destination of a moon won't change tonight)
'Cause right now I'm walking on a treadmill with no track
I'm running past the pages of this calendar
but these pages won't stop turning
All I can do is wait . . .
and watch the current I so badly wish to be a part of
Drop me in a pile of bored
I might as well splash around since I'll be here for awhile
Tying a shoelace only seems hard if you read the directions
Soon enough all the loose ends will tie themselves up
Buying a compass doesn't give you the direction you want
Just like wanting something doesn't make it happen sooner
I'll take a deep breath and count to ten
and hope the current pulls me under
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