A Sea Trance

 

It was a floating idea, it was a new beat of the sea.

It was a story waiting to be told, it was a legend gloating its victories.

The water was sans, missing the galore of infinity

What used to be abundance, turned into an exhausting dream.

I hoped to land on my feet, I hoped to be found in the unknown crease

The shape, it took me, the silence, it saved me

The lies I crafted were after all just a fantasy.

My heart was pure, I misunderstood what it was saying

Words were fear, belief a mystery.

And I gave up on everything, and I lost my identity,

only to find, find what I was meant to be.

 

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