Each step away
Sinks further into quicksand
Each vine I grab for
Breaks sooner
And I fall deeper
Trying not to disturb the sand
Still I know
I am being buried alive
Each step away
Sinks further into quicksand
Each vine I grab for
Breaks sooner
And I fall deeper
Trying not to disturb the sand
Still I know
I am being buried alive
a hand to reach for
human touch is a strong vine to grasp
Some vines aren’t available when you need them most. – You always have great comments wordsthatetch, thank you!