Adrift in the Ocean...

Solutions are like dishes. They have ingredients and once one is found you can make it again. Yet, my lonesome irksome won't pass with time and since there's no reason I guess I'll just rhyme. I've been to the ocean its embrace like the grave. When you're caught in its arms you're too lost to save. In somber dreams blue I do think of you and drift on a draft of winds that I knew Without you I'm there in oceans not fair my weeping's a flare an SOS' glare... Isolated I am a man in a maze No matter where I turn I am forlorn solutions are infinite but momentary and worn.

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