Untitled Nonsense
Like a wave, you crash and retreat
Lingering for a moment
Forward and back as you please
In the only patterns you know
Never staying at shore
A liquid melody
Phrases never weave
Cadence never predictable
Yearning to sing
Struggling to swim
Flailing in your residual current
I flew my kite above
Letting the wind spin me in circles
Until I was so far from home
I couldn’t remember my way
As waves continue to crash
I ground myself at shore
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