Searching
these words may only be debris.
blown by the malstrom of my mind.
empty metaphors carried on the sea of obscurity.
fishing for fragile sentences to explain the thunder and the rain.
but are we not all in the same boat,
trying to scrape the facade
man has so cruelly painted.
our egotistical lies that we nourish.
find roots in fertile soil of our fears.
flourish and flower and become our reality.
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