It is now the time to be quiet and be still,
Lay your weary head upon my trembling breast
And listen for a moment to the crashing waves
That fill my veins and head again and again.
Thoughts race by too fast and the tongue is dumb,
Too eager to let loose all that keeps it numb
Without a second thought, without seeing the end,
It does not know the burden of keeping quiet, friend.
I'm not sure where I stand, not sure of where I sit,
Or where I'm walking to or where I'll even sleep...
I wonder though, if the drumming on my skin
Are thoughts from you or what I keep locked in?
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