8/17/22
I walk through the ships decks
Becoming lost in its maze of hallways
It takes a while to orientate myself
I finally find my way
Walking up the stairs
The movement of the waves disorientating me
I stumble up
Swaying from left to right
I make it back to my spot
Sitting down
I go limp in my seat
The rocking of the ship luls me into a dream like state

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Thoughts Collected
PuisiA collection of poems written in my journal, and selected to be put here. The musings of a farmer and his life.