self

Myriads of trembling thoughts and dreams Your bare fingers grasping for a rest Many say nothing is as it seems But I believe for the best Electricity that shadows you as a pain Deepens your identity blue I can no longer withstand the strain As my words wish to break through to you The small trembling words slipping out The swelling currents rushing to follow I have suffered from this drought Long wanting to fill this hole so shallow I shall be here as long as you can see I am a part of you as you are of me