October 20, 2010
By LaylaT SILVER, San Diego, California
LaylaT SILVER, San Diego, California
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I feel really out of place here
Black oil on the open sea
I’m driving a boat that I can't steer
Nobody here to save me

It feels like I’m underwater
No noise comes from my scream
I shouldn’t even bother
I wish this was a dream

The breeze washes over my skin
But I can't get any air
My voice is becoming thin
Is there anybody out there?

A ship emerges from a foggy cloud
and I stand feeling somewhat strong
I raise my arms and turn around
and see I’ve been tied to the dock all along

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