Tide

From the white out Secret stains A drone, surrounding the surface Breathing further A stain from my Open mind And searching for something more As the waves turn us over We stay Far Far from a conscious mind Not very far from lies We're searching the outskirts of my own mind Falling under Far from where My sights are at Though ready to burst Drifting further I've only just Scratched the surface I'm striving to make it across As the waves turn us over We stay Far Far from a conscious mind Not very far from lies We're searching the outskirts of my own mind As the waves turn us over I drift further As I'm standing in shallow waters The tide won't rise The waves that remain