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Just a feeling I have about the control we have over our lives
Submitted:Nov 29, 2011 Reads: 53 Comments: 10 Likes: 6
We are but waves on the sea.
Our lives a series of peaks and troughs
Sometimes rolling meandering along
Calm and docile, effortless
Sometimes mercilessly whipped by wind
Till we spit frothy bile from our crazed crests
We do not choose where we find land
We do not choose when it will be
Our days may end
Rippling up golden sands
Or with fury dashed against the rocks.
We are but waves on the sea.
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