Twenty one years of emotions bent
Twisted beneath the surface of my skin
A thin layer holding the rivers in
The flooded season of doubt and wonder
The flooded season
Opening doors can be a bad idea on a crowded room
The layers so thick
Yet the layers so thin
Between cracking
Between leaking and pouring.
Shouting and whispering the heart to mean
Whatever was meant
Twenty one years worth of meanings
For your forty years of meaning
And I always wonder what you mean
As I'm finding out meaning
Meaning what exactly
Churning and ebbing within,
Fountains fresh and stuck
As the ice makes us stuck
And the quick sand makes us sink
Twenty one years.
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