Always feeling a little marooned
In our inner lives it's good
We have that island to return to
Safe from being rescued and
Dissolving back into it all
But it's all too much pretending
We know what we're doing
When we can barely keep
Our heads above the beautiful water
After yet another shipwreck
This time crawling up on the rocks
Somehow I've managed to remember
How to build a signal-fire
For the ships that pass me by
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