Drained

Oh, mountain I am coming for I am drained

My thoughts is in tons of train

But when I come, will it ever rain?

And I thought of going to the beach

But thinking it seems out of reach

And I'm still sitting on this bridge.

Maybe it's just a dream, a product of being drained

But, is it not everything starts from a dream?

Mountain, I will come

And time can ever tell when I come

For now I will just tell you,

You are dearest to me heart!


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