I feel like a landscape painting
Exposed and revealing
I feel like the sea redeemed
To be seen and not seen
I feel like an unnamed mountain
Unclimbed and forgotten
When I was very young and new
The sea unsung in all its blue
Now I have left it all behind
The shores of which no longer mine
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I feel like an untouched canvas
Unused by the masses, I want to be clean
A means to ends with no means
The rope has frayed apart like stitches ripped across the scar
But this life is a charm
And painted bright so I am waiting
Confused and parading, but I am pulling through
In uncertainty by Pink and Blue
I know that I am learning
The wheels are slowly turning
When I was an ocean
Did I sing blue?
And when I was a river
What bodies did I pass through?
Or was there something in the waves that set me in direction?
I sang
I feel like a big fish in a bigger ocean
I feel like the sea cracked open
I seem like a nice place to stop to picnic on your summer road trip
I sit as the untouched landscape
Ignited minds will not be burned alive
River winds, saying "Winter has arrived"
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When I was an ocean
Did I sing blue?
And when I was a river
What mountains carved a path
Into the ground where other rivers ran through?
Or was there something in the waves
That set me in direction?
I sang
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When I was an ocean
When I was a river
When I was an ocean
When I was a river
When I was an ocean
When I was a river
When I was an ocean
When I was a river