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All at Sea
Have you ever felt lost?;
as though you are on a sea of troubles
and all there is around you
are more problems,
more storms on the horizon
and more cups to hold your tears.
Because if you have not
then count yourself lucky,
but if you have
then you know the importance
of the little things of light and happiness
that show enough sun
for you to float on for another day.
As the wide endless sea
best sums up being lost:
all that water that surrounds
yet drink enough and you will die
or fall in too far and drown,
in those once life giving waters.
As nothing quite says lost
as a lack of direction
added to a lack of communication
and solitude,
that no primal scream can sound away
that the very elements
stand silent witness to
disconnected enough to have no effect on.
Yet just as the tide goes in and out
so too do things pass in time
with even the worst problem
falling to time's advance
each moment harvested
in the relentless march
towards the sea
of everything,
even claiming the tide of infinite troubles;
leaving seashells of small joys and hope.
as though you are on a sea of troubles
and all there is around you
are more problems,
more storms on the horizon
and more cups to hold your tears.
Because if you have not
then count yourself lucky,
but if you have
then you know the importance
of the little things of light and happiness
that show enough sun
for you to float on for another day.
As the wide endless sea
best sums up being lost:
all that water that surrounds
yet drink enough and you will die
or fall in too far and drown,
in those once life giving waters.
As nothing quite says lost
as a lack of direction
added to a lack of communication
and solitude,
that no primal scream can sound away
that the very elements
stand silent witness to
disconnected enough to have no effect on.
Yet just as the tide goes in and out
so too do things pass in time
with even the worst problem
falling to time's advance
each moment harvested
in the relentless march
towards the sea
of everything,
even claiming the tide of infinite troubles;
leaving seashells of small joys and hope.
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