Idle Paradise

I'm lost for words or feeling
so I sit here perfect still
grasping air for simple thought
the world must think me ill.
my mind it always wanders
when captured I am idle
the music flows inside my soul
like the crashing waves are tidal.
such boring days I find
the hours slowly drip away
while sitting here I wonder
just how to make you stay.
I lack the will to tell you no,
I need you here with me.
so on your way I'll bid you go,
and lonely here I'll be.

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