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Aug 2014
As I sit in this bar
Observing all the people fulfilling their roles
Rushing around, being part of their made up system
Looking like little working ants
I feel the difference between them and me
in my inability to find my place in this world
And therefore leaving the shore
Navigating myself into deeper waters
Swimming on the surface of the still ocean
waiting to sink in awe
And look! I found Atlantis.
Written by
Road to Alaska
638
   Ariel Baptista and SPT
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