Seen through the fragments
You've left of your mind
Seen through the facets
You still hang on behind

Spoken in the halfway words
Of an easier-reading slang
Broken into smaller pieces
You let the details hang

Your interests lying half-explored
A book half-read, a weed in bloom
Focus is ever further away
Distant fields from one small room

But when you loosen up your grip
Is fantastic as you took
You get wet and let me slip
This canoe on down your brook

But for every moment of closer gain
A retreat, a block, a clever dodge
For every pleasure an hour of pain
Steals your joy, it closes off

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