Snippets of a mind

Ocean's bottom

Take my hand.
Take my hand and follow me down,
Down to the ground of the deepest blue sea.
Follow me down and I'll show you around,
Maybe you'll want to stay after all.
Maybe you won't be the one to run, maybe we'll be able to work something out
and maybe, just maybe, we'll get along.

It's been lonely down here,
Lonely and dark.
And sometimes I miss the bright sunlight rays,
Those who ventured down to the geound.

And down, down it goes, all to the floor as I watch you dissolve,
As your hair is dancing among the waves
And that beautiful laughter is carried away.