Hazy dreams with weary eyes
Lost in a mystery of hazy skies
Pacing in circles not knowing where I’ve been
Panicking cuz I don’t know where I am
Will I ever find my way back to familiar ground?
Will I ever be rescued, will I ever be found?
Thick as molasses, I’m surrounded
This fog has me confounded
For it represents my inner turmoil
I’m practically convulsing trying to mix water and oil
My issues are multiplying and are getting the best of me
As I fail to strain the salt out of my endless sea
The confusion finds my eyes and out it seeps
And empties my soul as I long for sleep
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