"Tidal"

And why go where if we already have a place to stay.
Far from the lights and the decay.
Hurry, hurry before it’s too late.
Somewhere there must be a way; to that place without a name.
Not forgotten but unspoken all the same.
Washing, washing down with the rain.
Drifting along the shore; fingers parted farther, farther away.
Don’t go, leave now; I love and hate you all the same.
I am a nothing dreaming of something unknown.
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