My room is starting to look a lot like an ocean.
There's this certain motion in the room,
sending a particular emotion in the air.
The devotion,
is to assume whom it will affect,
and why.
Feeling the gloom around you,
knowing it will bloom soon enough.
I see their bluff-
isn't it tough to swim alone?
Shown on their faces,
trying to escape.
Reason = Unknown.
There is a shape to this ocean,
the screams within are of rasped voices in the dark.
Mistakes.
Mistakes.
Mistakes.
We have to be awake at dawn,
or else you're withdrawn. We have to make our mark,
by the park...
near the old oak tree?
A tree in the middle of the ocean,
how interesting.
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