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RIDING THE WAVES
Many things are weighing heavy on my heart
Imbalancing equilibrium on the scale of Ma'at
Must my soul depart its temple in order to find
Much needed solace, rest and peace of mind
The daily grind has me weary habitually
Poetry provides an escape temporarily
Its self therapy elevates me to another realm
Creativity's kung fu grip takes ahold of the helm
Surpassing skelms that are awaiting by the shorelines
Deflected by introspective thoughts in my rhymes
In due time I'll find the tide waving towards armistice
In the meantime, in between time, I'll keep up my fist
Imbalancing equilibrium on the scale of Ma'at
Must my soul depart its temple in order to find
Much needed solace, rest and peace of mind
The daily grind has me weary habitually
Poetry provides an escape temporarily
Its self therapy elevates me to another realm
Creativity's kung fu grip takes ahold of the helm
Surpassing skelms that are awaiting by the shorelines
Deflected by introspective thoughts in my rhymes
In due time I'll find the tide waving towards armistice
In the meantime, in between time, I'll keep up my fist
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