Something you should hear
A sound that's just made clear
Nothing in the water
the clay without a potter
When what I see isn't who I am
How will I get out of this clam
Take a breath and live what I've lied
There's a monster growing, breathing inside
Longer and longer and longer the snowing
Even in this poem my lines just keep on growing
Growing like the growing pains that I have left behind
Far, far back in the deepest memories of my fragile mind
I'm here and now, yet still there and then
I'm desperately in need of a friend
Then as it starts to slowly die down
I give up the pain that caused my frown
Fading away as I sleep
Dreams set me free, so I weep
Nothing more than the life I mend
I break myself down at the end
