I sit out on the dock in solitude,
the steady sway interrupted by the drum of the waves.
I stare out at the watery abyss,
an azure horizon interrupted by golden hues.
I speak out through the descending darkness,
a driving thought interrupted by my uncertainty.
am I running away from myself,
or running towards my Self?
the steady sway interrupted by the drum of the waves.
I stare out at the watery abyss,
an azure horizon interrupted by golden hues.
I speak out through the descending darkness,
a driving thought interrupted by my uncertainty.
am I running away from myself,
or running towards my Self?
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