Since you see the lights in front of me,

Do you see the winds around me?

Should you see the days in front of me, with you,

Could you take the end of me?

Because I’m falling inside out,

Since you.

You were aiming right through the wreckage of my…

Not that it’s reversible,

Or cruel,

But you know that I am immersible,

In you.

But you came in right through the wreckage,

Where I…

And you were holding right through the wreckage,

Of my…

But in the water, you don’t notice when the levels are rising.

But the levels rise.

The levels rise.

The levels rise.

The levels rise.

Darryl Erickson ©2003