When your lyrics swim out
Crashing upon the shores,
Feelings shattered like shells
Scattered across the sand.
Its only one half the story.
Your side your song
Washes clean with waves
Applauding the magnificent
Show of nature you are.
Its only one half the story.
No one hears the River Styx that Narcissus stickes his head in.
Water melts into a sea
Of an ocean that may, some day,
Run dry like ink
After paying the bills.
That too is only one half the story.
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