From my mountain I survey the sea,
Always the one questioning.
What do people think of me?

Waves of watered down people
Walking beneath.
I don’t think they’ll ever see
That they’re half of who they used to be.

Hidden by a cloud,
They come to me in fleets.
I come to me and leave.

My youth’s fountain pushes me
Toward the parts of me to be,
The parts to leave,
And everything I think I’ll need
To get me through today.

Waves of little lost people
Lying beneath.
I don’t think they’ll ever see
That they’re who they said they’d never be.

Silence screams out loud.
They come to me in fleets.
I come to me and leave
To get me through the day.

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