Stranded it feels to be alone amidst plenty And identifiably so as forlornness floods awareness and thoughts submerge As I wish to wash away this cathartic residue And I fear these words will not be clear Unrevealed, these thoughts of grey In taking this brief moment To collect these scattered thoughts And harbor their trailing dreams I fear this is the end of the counterweight And I fear these words will not be clear Unrevealed, these thoughts of grey