September Boys surround me
Attracted to my March charm
Air moving the tides along
Sweeping me into undertow
Drowning in the wind
Has come and gone
The waves settled now
In a gentle breeze
Gills craving the liquid air
Don't define what I cannot see
I don't want to see
I can't understand what I can
I'm dizzy
Running out of life force
From what source?
Air in the water
Creating bubbles to dream upon
And float freely in innocence,
Colourblind
Marching towards September.
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