Were you planning to give me wings?

I don't think I can go any further,
and it's not at all clear
that I can go back.

I've followed you as far as I can go,
but please:
don't ask me to walk on water.
I know you do it --
you do it without even thinking --
and maybe that's my trouble --
I think too much --
but the fact is,
I'm dying here:
can't go forward, back or sideways,
and I'm sinking fast.

Why would you do this to me --
let me come so far I can't go back?
How did you expect me to get out of this?
Were you planning to give me wings?
If so, well -- I could really use them NOW.


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