Swing
When I try to go so far
I wave to reach a star
But fate made me stay
To watch others play
Sometimes I get so lonely
To see those fishes only
Trying to hold back myself
Like books in a shelf
Sometimes I am deep and still
In waves my frustrations reveal
I crash the rocks at bay
Whenever I lose my way
Carry on, I said to myself
Someday you won't have to dwell
To the things that might as well
Be buried in beyond the depth
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