I stand in a pond of liquid glass
And the waves pound harder each time
Eventually my heart will go out
Trapped, under fallen skies
And in my pond of liquid glass
I can see straight to the bottom
Underneath, where reprieve hardly shows
Where breath doesn't go
If I jump in, will I reach the bottom?
Will I find what I'm looking for?
I can't breath in this polluted air
It's cloying and I'm suffocating
The pressure's rising
How long will I hold on?
In my pond of liquid glass
The sun still shines through
I can see the white clouds
I can see the sky
All the while
Farther away they fade
Eventually I'll open my eyes
Eventually I'll breath
But for now I'll go the wrong direction
Still looking for my reprieve
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