I've seen too much to be considered naive, I guess. It's not easy to pull the wool over my eyes, unless I'm doing it myself. But every now and then I try to phase into another world, a world of make-believe where it is sunny all of the time and the only clouds in the sky are white puffy ones. 'Building sandcastles in the air', my mother'd call it, and so I heed her wise advice and pull my head out of the clouds, grounding myself in reality.

I glean a brief respite as I plunge into the blue, and let the current take control, letting myself go into as the adrenalin and water rushes. For only a moment, the brain releases endorphins rather than loose, fragmented thoughts, and serves as a fitting distraction.

So turn, up the corners of your lips (:

Part them, and feel my fingertips

Trace the moment; fall forever.

Defense is paper-thin, just

One touch and I'll be in too,

deep now, to ever swim against the current

So let me slip away, so let me slip away, so let me slip away, so let me slip: against the current

hope, dangles on a string - like slow spinning redemption.

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