No problem-o no pressure we say
But something is always
Pressing on us wanting out
A memory knotted-up
A hair-ball spit on the floor
Our feeble hopes like feeble waves
As you stand shouting on the shore
Surely someone is coming
To rescue you from this island
You always wanted an island of your own
The waterfall in the forest
The long rainy season you love
How will you ever leave it
Even when they come
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