This crude reaction to this accrued attraction
Is a heavy weight on a sinking mind
You see I want to be a man that walks to his own beat
But I want the dirt and the concrete to fall under both of our feet
I want you to be the one that stands beside me atop every hillside
When nothing needs to be said and we just soak in everything together
Like when we soak our feet along every shore and swim as twin rivers flowing towards the same ocean where the depths of what we could learn and experience is unimaginable
But the thing is you've got your beat
And you've got your own river
And though I wish our paths were intertwined like the ivy that kills the tree
Take a moment and think ccafrefully
Which is worse
Suffocating the young limbs that haven't had a chance to grow
Or burning the ivy that couldn't survive without it's victim
But if we were to use our trees as vessels
To carry us down our rivers
Wherever they may flow
Then maybe
Just maybe
I'll see you again in the ocean
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