My emotions sway over the ocean.
And I ended up at the fisherman’s dock.
There’s a girl here fishing, and her brother is skipping rocks.
The moons too far back and I can’t reach.
This low tide, low pride, low self-esteem is dragging me under.
Like an anchor to the bottom of the sea.
The chain links are loops upon loops of memories that used to be.
Down here the sea life looks at me suspicious.
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