Ebb & Flow

Forward we crawl. Backwards we fall through the ebb and the flow.
Living within a dream, wading through the stream.
Beyond the ebb and flow.

And at times, it seems unreal.
We can see but we can’t feel.
And no one’s at the wheel.
Born here all alone.
Growing old with hearts of stone.
The lights are on but no one’s home.

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