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I called out to the sea, But it did not call me. Sailing on its ferocious waves, Seasick by the up and down. The waves can sometimes be calm, With a little breeze to push, But then become chaotic with deadly strength. I am on those seas with no lighthouse, Can the journey be accomplished without it? What seas do you ride? Is there a lighthouse to guide you? Will you make it across? I cannot answer nor can I say, For I am still riding those ferocious waves.
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Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 4:14 PM UTC
Ferocious Waves.
I called out to the sea, But it did not call me. Sailing on its ferocious waves, Seasick by the up and down. The waves can sometimes be calm, With a little breeze to push, But then become chaotic with deadly strength. I am on those seas with no lighthouse, Can the journey be accomplished without it? What seas do you ride? Is there a lighthouse to guide you? Will you make it across? I cannot answer nor can I say, For I am still riding those ferocious waves.
Daramouthe
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Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 4:14 PM UTC
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