Jelly

Ground down to the metal
Sparks fly creating no flame
What is this fluid ball
Useless taking up space
Up space

Tied up in many, many strings
Drop in sink
Down low
To the bottom of the sea
Who will
Who will find me
Find me

Try to leave a legacy

Lured in by a melody
Created by greats not touched by me
Maybe if I meditate
Get out of this skin
I could touch them
I could touch them



Credits
Writer(s): Rachael Whittle
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