What Is Not Seen
In a boat, paddling down some lonely,quiet lake. Dirty, murky water slaps against the boat in each wake. Looking down beneath you, there is no sandy floor. A shadow passes to the left, you're headed for the shore. Swimming in a pool at night, a quarter until three. No light at all is on inside, you think something's swimming with me. In the country, it's really dark, look beyond the trees. You imagine you see something move it was just the breeze. Driving down a dark, narrow road, an apparition I see. I push the pedal to the floor. What is wrong with me? When I was a little girl, our halls were dark and long. Whistling did nothing at all, so I had to sing a song. What is not seen are many things, from sea onto the land. If you get scared don't worry, just take me by the hand. Written March 9th, 2002 © on Mar 09 2002 03:17 AM PST 0 • 10
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"In a boat, paddling..."