Little Left of Me to Find

There are places in my ceiling

Where I can still find meaning

There are places on the floor

Where I don't feel so alone

There are spaces in my mind

Where I am serene and light

There are places in my soul

That do not suffer holes

There is not much left of me to find

 

There are places in my ceiling

Where I can still find meaning

There are places on the floor

Where I don't feel so alone

That is where I lay

For some blessing I await

The hidden purpose slips away

Now I dream of when I will awake

There is not much left of me to find

The moments here are a feigned kind

And all of it timed

 

There are places I could go

Wonder if one would help me know

If underwater I could breathe at all

If underwater I could breathe at all

If underwater I could breathe at all

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