Found Myself In The Sea

Coming back to myself from my former self

A circumstance that being in the present tends to dwell

Constant curiosity cultivating amongst inner farewells

Deviating from the dialogue my thoughts tell

Sometimes I feel like I'm on a constant chase of own being and self

I run until my legs are frail

As if I'm walking on eggshells just to tell myself that it's ok to be the only one left to guide the ship to sail

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