Crashing once more to the shore
to the sound of waves that
roar and pound
I become more driftwood for the fire
should I aspire to be more?

I have been the beams on pirate ships
in scenes from Hollywood films
and
I was once the best boy for De-Mille,
but no secrets shall pass my lips.

what now and how to make of it
when everyone appears so lit
the world it seems is full of ****
I think I'll sit this one out
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