As they roll into my feet
They rush in and back out
and escape my reach
You're always here
Yet I can't meet you
I am unable to time
Your stream
As I tire in your tide
All I want is to keep you
Still with me for always
But to hold you here
From ebb and flow
You'd lose your rhythm
A stagnant pool of harbored dreams
Maybe I can't have you
You're meant to be free.
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