Midnight mental wanderings
On the banks of Lake Thought
Feet you have
Only good for dipping in the water
If you don�t fear
But you fear
So you walk
You thinking sinking your feet in the mud
Maybe it will bring you closer to your holy water
Since the closest you got
Was a drink from a bottle a friend gave
But the mud
The mud it makes you remember
How close you are
The way the mud feels, soft
So close to the consistency of water
How much you want to dive in
But your metamorphosis
You must wait
For the blessing of being able to breathe water
For the loss of feet
For lidless eyes
No more
You�ll only need water
