The more i try The more i feel i'm missing The more i run The more my feet keep slipping The more i think The more i tend to worry The more i look I see my thoughts before me And i dream of a strand As i struggle on the waves And i see the end of a passing day As i see the strand In the corners of my mind Windows offer the view Of a coming day The more i stretch The more these walls confine me The more i beg The less it all seems likely The more i mind The matter that surrounds me The more i find My thoughts before me Drifting on an open sea Shipwrecked clinging to broken beams Waters to my neck I strain to catch my breath Drifting in the boundaries I've built up deep within me Waters to my neck I strain to catch my breath I'm tired of treading again I'm swimming to the strand