the faithful anchor
i saw myself in a stream. i swirled, oh i swirled. the gentle stream, the distant dream. the shore, worn down from too much thinking, (worn down from too much thinking) too far to anchor anyway. i just want to make my way home, but home isn’t home anymore, even though i’ve been here so long, home isn’t home anymore. a leaf floating through static waters. please, take me home. please. take me home.