abyssopelagic

the older i get
the more lost i feel
getting closer to returning home
to that abyss in the ocean

everytime i try to write
i wonder if I'm stealing someone else's lines
like everytime i look down
i wonder if I've stolen someone else's shoes

maybe it will become clearer someday
what it is I'm supposed to do
and who it is that I am
today I don't know where I'm going

drunken bees are in my head
mixed with lines from books I've half-read
and buzzing along with songs I hear in my sleep
like "getting closer to returning home
to that abyss in the ocean"