staring at the ceiling
I wonder how long it'll be
till the popcorn falls right off
and joins me in this sea

it's a sea of choppy waves
crashing down over me
a buncha messages in bottles
never to be received
its a collection of lost rings
their commitments still in play
even if one sided
their secrets they shall stay
its an endless embrace of sorrow
coveting memory
for it is always there
always will be

so from the bottom of this sea
I watch and watch endlessly
and as the sky falls around me
as my lungs cave in

I'm finally free