Days hours and seconds,
Have kept me on deck,
With an anchor tied tightly,
Around my neck,
Like a slow-motion sunset,
Over lack-luster sea,
There's a panic that this is it for me.
And all that I know is that I don't know what to do,
When the colors fade out or default back to blue.
Lately I've wondered if I'm wondering too much.
Reaching out to hearts I'l never touch...
And just how close am I to being one of them?
Disregard would not account for how it could have been.
But If there's a chance I could be something more maybe now's the time to try,
Because I can't be left out all high and dry.
