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Out of reach

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You are sitting on the sand
you have traveled to the beach
and yet you still wonder
why things stay out of reach

 Buried beneath rock and stone
a chasm lies
beyond imagination
beyond comprehension
beyond comparison

 You are sinking in the sand
You have escaped to the beach
Why did you leave
you dreams out of reach?

 And as you sink through the sand
you begin to fall
and you fall away from fear, from responsibility, from identity
and you look to see what's left
and you find nothing

 You are swept up by the ocean
You are deserted on a beach
Why do you find yourself                      so
out of reach?

 Why aren't you cold?
            Or bleeding?
                Or crying?
              Or wanting?

 You have built a house
And you live on the beach
Forever alone
and                     out                     of                       reach


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