who is awake enough
to tell me I am wrong?
talk me out of lying,
pull me along.

no one as afraid as I
to be as open and clear,
as the beach and blue sky
I'm drawn to be near.

the weak mind
plays tricks in the night.
not quite a dream
still, uneasy sights.

you ask for my words:
I've lied, lied, lied
ashamed of my actions
I could of denied.

time and the mind
a relation ongoing.
pride in my private
like the buoy a-floating.

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