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In my Head


Swimming through my lake of thoughts I gaze and then behold, The dreams are singing, and hopes are ringing The young and also the old Diplomas aimlessly drift around the kelp sea bed, Orchestral tunes, fill the runes And echos ‘bout my head Wetsuits hug my thighs and ribs Down in that black abyss, Shining light will beam so bright And grant me what I wish Cowards will hide crying, “You’re crazy!” With that I must agree, I have a connection, that acts like protection As I begin to venture deep Inspiration crashes down And waves begin ascending, The thrill of the ride turns the tide And helps me stop pretending Trials thrash and scar my body And rushing water will sound, Others may run, and they are shunned But I will stand my ground My head is jerked, my feet are lifted I feel I’m at my end, The warm brown sand now in my hands I now know hope’s a friend Adversity’s fled, but shall return This I can guarantee, These adventures, are the cures To the mysteries in my sea Jolting awake and knowing That I am not in my sea, Waiting here, having no fear For Future’s secrets to be unleashed.
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