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