Wondering, should I linger to this pull? Stream of consciousness,
Made to flow towards the realm of dreams near the altar.
So I rise, cornered by old lives in this slumber. So I rise, wanting to know what lies under the ice. Holding me down. The water holds a memory. I search 'till I've found. The water bends me upwards through the mouth. Walking through the forest, all alone in the midnight sun.
Bathing in the fountain of what's lost of my shadow.
So I fall, slowly, through the past of my kingdoms.
So I fall, knowing what I want lies here never.
Holding me down, The water holds a memory. I search 'till I've found. The water bends me upwards though,
The mouth of the tree.
My spirit rises from the hemisphere. Nothing is holding me. Holding me down, I searched and I found,
Pulling me out,
The water holds a memory of you.
Source pic: https://praktijksarina.nl/blog/iceberg/
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