Aquarian

I’m circling the drain Throughout the liquid that I came from When I face nothing but boredom I seek to make it rain Big, fat drops sinking in the ocean Don’t know why there’s so much commotion To me, it’s all so plain I don’t drown or float, I maintain Nothing more than my inward motion To disregard all of their notions They all think that I’m insane To them I know no emotion For they’re all buried in self-devotion Poor things, they’re blind to my pain I flirt with the outskirts of implosion Around them, I limit my locomotion For, in my head, I’m lost along the Seine They will never see, but to me it’s all the same In the rain, river or ocean I indulge in self-devotion Water is me, I am not vain.