patient power
lots of choices lay ahead
and here I am
riding it out like
a wave that doesnt want to break so soon
seeing its fate just upon the shore
seconds away it hangs, before crashing down
and retreating to be filtered back in
just to have to build itself back up
and be broken on the ground again
what if the wave escaped far out into
the middle of the ocean
where it leaped and surged
and built itself with other tired waves
and waited and hired and finally came
roaring towards the shore taking
the land by surprise
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