Tide

 

The sea is mysterious.

What secrets that it hides beneath it's depths are  more most curious.

The rolling tides usually makes everything surface.

No matter how great or small nothing can elude the tide for long.

Tides reveal all the reminints of the sea for all to see.

Rolling tides usually don't last.

They can be gentle or they can crash.

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Is this how it is?

Is this what were doing now?

We out here sharing the same brain?

We out here selling our souls to buy a name?

We out here thinking the exact same things?

We out here afraid to disagree?

We out here just going with flow?

We out here afraid to speak out?

We going taking the same route?

Is this what we've reduced to now?

What a shame.

We out here afraid to be different and terrified to change.

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