advice

the mind keeps returning back
to places it shouldn't
the lands you seek are gone
you flooded them long ago

there are things to do
and promises to keep
there's still a life to live
to breathe and carry on

you could sit here all day
and cry yourself to death
but if it would have done good
i'd have let it come

unclench those locked fists
you aren't going to die
there's more to you than you know
more than you'd admit

nothing's more important to you
but this 'i' you hold dear
and if nothing else's left
this 'i' you should endear

You brought this on yourself
and it's high time you left it there
Lie here and rest your head
and dream of something else instead

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lifted from 'slide' by dido.