The Ocean we live in
Is filled with everyone
Everyone rides the waves
We're like the ocean's slaves
But we have some freedom
Some go with the wave
Some plan which wave they want to go with
But it can be hard
Because you don't ever know what will happen to that wave
You just have to be brave
Some waves soar
Some waves crash
It's kind of like an ocean war
But I think it's comforting
Because I will always know
That even if my wave doesn't turn out to be what I want
I can just go with the flow
And I'll be picked up by the current and find another wave
I also know
That even if I drown
My body will float around
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Poems that may never be heard.
PoesíaThe world is my muse and my abuser. Poetry is my art and my abused. Neither gets heard.