I’m crawling on the ocean floor
Drowning in thoughts my words are lost
Asking questions I know the answers to
Making sure I don’t get hurt
Growing accustomed to that pain
A standard of rain begat disdain
Questioned sequestered feelings lost
In the maze of despair
I’m tired of the standard affair
Wishing for ways to mend this pair
Tattered and battered begotten despair
Forever for this forlorn mare
Has thought lived past the melody
A standard song, it seems to be
Rife with facts that held on to me
Like a prisoners last decree
Years gone by and years grown long
Everything ever thought was wrong
Fraught by lovers lasting prong
How do they grow so strong