Debris stacked against the bank
rubbish free now overtaking us like
rowing a boat against the current
no other choice but go forward
but reminds me how we loved
a child in a kingdom by the sea
I am singing let me out of here
like the plastic bags and bottles
going nowhere dreams pile up fast
stacks of memory stacks of hope
plastic thongs, syringes, the butt of
every joke that doesn't need telling
I’m the only thing not moving
like sleeping against a bad dream
jumping over and flowing past
arms are tired the back is stuffed
we could’ve been a champion
cockadoodle there goes my heart
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