LIKE THE TALE OF THE OLD MAN AND THE SEA
I DRIFT THESE BARREN WATERS
ENDLESSLY
WAVES CRASHING IN
ALWAYS RECEDING
WHATS BEHIND ME OFTEN RESEMBLES
WHAT LAYS BEFORE ME
SOLITUDE AND THESE OLD WOODEN PADDLES
IS ALL MY TIRED HANDS CAN HOLD
EMOTIONS AND MEMORIES
SWIM IN LIKE PHANTOM SHARKS
THEY CAN BE SO BOLD
THE SUN BLISTERS
BURNS MY EGO TO THE CORE
FIGHTING THE RIPTIDE OF A HARDENED LIFE
CONSTANTLY FIGHTING
TO REACH THE SHORE
DARK CLOUDS ROLL IN
FORESHADOWING THE GLOOM AHEAD
MAKING ME ACUTELY AWARE
OF ALL THOSE THINGS
I SHOULD HAVE SAID
I FIGHT I STRUGGLE
I WEATHER ANOTHER STORM
IT IS HERE ON THESE OPEN WATERS
WHERE I MUST ROAM
WHEN MY JOURNEY HERE IS OVER
THE WATERS WILL TAKE ME HOME
LIKE THE TALE OF THE OLD MAN AND THE SEA
I FEAR I DRIFT THESE BARREN WATERS
ENDLESSLY
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