The Ocean

September 29, 2009
Life is too short
The goods are in port
But we'll never reach 'em
And yet we still swim
It makes no sense,
On what we depend
How do we know
Where we go?
Keep on moving
The waves sound soothing
We follow our instincts
And try not to think
Some float and some sink
Yet some never drink
Things happen daily
And some smile gaily
As you sit and ponder
Others are filled with wonder
To sit and think
Causes most to sink
Others float about
And rally around
But still some swim
And I want to be them
Determined to make it
While others just fake it

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