Things in Motion

we walk moving back and forth layers on the shore no matter the high tides hitting the shore breaking like I don't know any white lie better looking at the turbulent foam this wave won't let me go it's perpetual I don't I don't care to bind the unexplored the power he has over me is nothing more than a grain of salt what is a little blood in the sea what are some stains on the scene drawn or drowned but never shown aloud so never ever remembered never ever remembered could stay here for I could always go lower I could try to get

things

moving why try when I go down?

I go so deep it's the sea where I can't hear calls howling howling I could stay here forever I could go even lower I could try to get

things

moving, why try when I can just drown, drown, drown, drown?