driftwood from sacred objects by Long Sought Rest

i'm always jumping ship before i make it to the shore and i wonder from the water what it was that i was lookin' for. something's in the distance, i can't tell what it is. my body's in resistance and i'm lookin' for a new way out again. driftwood, drifting drifter, always treading water. a very small boat and very rough seas. salt in my wounds is somebody else's prophecy. the water's rushing in. i'm runnin' out of options. it's time to sink or swim and i'm lookin' for a new way out again. i'm always trying to catch my breath, but there's no air at the bottom of the ocean. i'm always chokin' on my words. the leak in the ship's getting worse and worse. i'm always drowning in regret and i don't need another reason to forget. i'll never make it to the shore. my sails are tattered from this storm.

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