Lofty Doppler Trimeric

Lofty phrases echo the quagmire, labyrinthine there’s no easy exit; Treading water but still feel I’ll sink, intricacy leaves me meandering; Labyrinthine, there’s no easy exit for what prattles on inside my head; I am starving for a turquoise breeze; Treading water but still feel I’ll sink beneath this atmospheric storm surge; Maverick emotions lift me to crash; Intricacy leaves me meandering, the weather within is so complex; My doppler radar spins endlessly.