Quicksand

I’ve spent my life asking questions

Never finding any answers

Not paying enough attention

To the path on which I tread

 

All the questions left unanswered

Day by day they weigh down more on me

The ground I walk on starts to swallow me

Now I’m sinking; I can’t breathe

 

I don’t want to drown

But something’s pulling me down

I don’t want to drown; so give me your hand

And save me from this quicksand

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