It was a floating idea, it was a new beat of the sea.
It was a story waiting to be told, it was a legend gloating its victories.
The water was sans, missing the galore of infinity
What used to be abundance, turned into an exhausting dream.
I hoped to land on my feet, I hoped to be found in the unknown crease
The shape, it took me, the silence, it saved me
The lies I crafted were after all just a fantasy.
My heart was pure, I misunderstood what it was saying
Words were fear, belief a mystery.
And I gave up on everything, and I lost my identity,
only to find, find what I was meant to be.
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