I hate the word; it robs me of my sleep
I hate the hidden secrets that it keeps.
It’s like a murky lake in which I’m tossed
And though I swim I’m still completely lost.
The clouds obscure the sun, obscure my view
Too blind to find the shore, and where are you?
I know that you are also in this lake;
Not knowing where is more than I can take.
I listen through the mist to hear your voice,
Although I know to breathe you made a choice.
You have to save your breath to save your strength
And so I swim the lake from length to length
In search of little ripples you might make
To find you here upon this murky lake.

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