Quicksand

by Harriette Pilbeam

I feel myself take it for granted
I know I should be happy here
Everything that I wished would happen
Is staring back at me crystal clear

That's when the pattern takes control
Playing the game over and over
Letting me know it's never going to let me go
I know

If I had everything I wanted, would I want more?
Would I keep fighting if there's nothing left to fight for?
Sometimes I feel like I'm just sinking into quicksand
I used to think that this was something I could die for
I hate admitting to myself that I was never surе
Sometimes I feel like I'm just sinking into quicksand

Onе thing I never thought I'd be
Chasing my tail just for the feeling
Lying in bed, stare at the ceiling
And farewell the light, the dark is stealing

It's all I know and I'm taking it back
Taking it back

I'm waiting, anticipating, breath bated
Thinking about everything I never did
I'm trying, but what's the use in trying
When all I'm left with is disillusionment