In and Out
in and out of a lagoon
i could count so many times
but the conclusions are endless
like the fate lines
that wearily adorn our hands
in and out of time
we can stand in legions
and proudly boast of our might
in and out of a scary place
always there and holding tight
in and out of the sea
into the realms of you
and out of the maze that is me
confusion is just a dress
to wear when you see your boyfriend
he dreams of a cosmic universe
and wonders where it will end
in and out of this world
into the heat and out of the cold
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https://theboybehindtheglasses.com/
James Garratt – Thursday 13th March 1997
In and Out – Written Thursday 13th March 1997 (Aged 22)
