Drifting through illusioned thought
uncovering fake and real
Such a feat--to discern the two
when you've spent your life at heel
Drifting through an endless space
at the lightest of measurable speed
left behind my human want
my aching, unfulfilled need
Drifted through the countless years
afraid to make my peace
Give me credit for the hell I've paid
make this fiending cease
Drift away, please leave me here
the tide will soon arrive
I guess this time we'll fight to see
which one gets out alive
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