Oceans Are Just Liquid Graveyards
There’s a hill that I’m climbing
I don’t know where it’s going
but I hope it leads to you
I don’t think I could take it
if the view was anything but you
Every battle has an enemy
but in this case
I think I’m the outlaw and the jury
Reconciliation, motivation
Things we lost along the way
That and the energy
to pretend that we’re not drained of everything
There’s a hill that I’m climbing
I don’t know where it’s going
or when its ending
but I hope I follow through
I don’t think I could handle
if the view was anything but you
I wish the wind could carry me
I wish the wind would leave me
with a burning sensation of wanting more
That and the dichotomy
of self-sustaining vs. lonely
I wish the leaves would fall
a different color every time
Like the view I’m hiking towards,
I’m reminded of you everywhere
Determination, desperation
Things I hope to gain along the way
If you’re not on the other side,
than none of this matters anyways
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