islands of me

bags and boxes
line my floor like ocean debris
piles of possessions
old and ragged islands of me

sharks keep moving to breathe
if they stay still too long theyll drown
i fear the same goes for me
ill breathe so much better once i get out of this town

ill take only what i can carry
with forgetful hands and a faulty memory
its time i head for uncharted waters
before this place becomes too familiar

every day i remain
is one less day ill have to explore
the faster i and set sail
the sooner i can say goodbye to this shore

before i sink even lower
before the waves keep me here forever
before monotony drags me under
before this place becomes too familiar