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High Tide


They see me as an overachiever Being swept away with the thoughts of a dreamer I stand-alone on the banks of the ocean The rest of the world moving to a different motion Here I soar without no wings Being weightless proves no human beings The words of authority leading me in a direction Experience tells me this is going to be perplexing But wait I don’t hesitate I stand-alone on the banks to deviate From the words of a so called “knower” I see them nothing more than lower You see Your entering high tide Into the depths of a wave with its own mind Into a motion that’s going to be hard to find And so you drowned Thinking the work is kind you wait But no I deviate I stand-alone on the banks of the ocean to contemplate Not whether to save you But to watch For its not the high tide that killed but authority And so I stand-alone on the banks of the ocean For I refuse to abdicate my emotions
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