Quicksand

I wanna find out firsthand
But it’s like I’m stuck in quicksand
My dreams never go as planned
The more I struggle, the tighter the band
I want to learn but I’m in the wasteland
There are devils about and they tied my hand
He’s in high demand
He owns a ship, he’s in command
I’m still waiting here like I am stuck in quicksand

© Delia Ross. 2019

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