All effort while obtaining no effect
The only fluid is your drink
Close to exhaustion, your destination so far away
Calls for help seemingly through tin cans
Yet you continue
dragging your oars through the sand

Doors open to darkness
Sun comes rising while you're facing the west
Personality won't get you a paycheck
Believing you're drowning, you're searching for land
Trying to forget your situation
dragging your oars through the sand

...Reaching out for a hand
and grabbing just bones

10/13/2001

Posted on 10/13/2001
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