The door that’d take me outside
Must be from driftwood made
That has in its floating days
Borne a hopeless castaway
Away from mad isolation
In the middle of an ocean
Sometimes it feels like I too
Have been stranded inside you
Eternally have I been lying in wait
Driftwood should be most appropriate


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