Reaching

There's just something gloomy
About this morning
I'm not sad you're gone
I think I'm jealous of
Your stillness and your freedom

I feel like I'm trying to swim in the dam of wet cement
There's no room for me in it
And the knowledge I have is for a different matter
And those damn rules don't apply here

I swim around in circles, swim around in circles again (Swim around in circles, swim around in circles)
I swim around in circles, swim around the suffocation (Swim around in circles)
Of my soul

I'm stretching out my hands trying to touch the sand
I stretch out these hands, stretching out my hands reaching for
A sound or something more
A sound or something more

Now I run around in circles, run around in circles again (Run around in circles, run around in circles)
I run around in circles, run around the scattered maze (Run around in circles)
Of my thoughts