Undulating surface, levitating skies,
between them I exist,
I exist unsupervised.
A flowing river of choas is me,
and I am to be yours,
you are my sea.
I'll flow into you one day,
my heart often says,
but the days are too long,
and the night's here to stay.
I am an association and
you are detached,
Where am I supposed to go?
To your soul, mine has eternally latched.
If you looked, if only you saw,
these tiny insignificant watery eyes,
have tears enough to fill the skies.
You are the rising dawn,
and I the setting sun,
I am forlorn,
and you're everyone.
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