You'll never reach your own ocean going this way, and I will show no pity,
You're being buried alive, immersed in a concrete grave shaped like a city.
And the town has tamed your tiger, and its tale's been heard before.
Repetition has blunted the bite and claws, and no-one's listening anymore.
Smothered in bright colours, seeing stars in your short sighted eyes,
Comfortable in the superficial, sleeping heavily on thin ice.
Caught up in patterns, ever changing stripes and spots and this year's way to escape the truth.
Sailing on together, trying to believe the waves will favour youth.
Each other's shipmate. Each other's life-saver. There's rot, under the water level. There's a hole in the hull and you're sinking, you're sinking.
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