The Tide

Our wake of existence

A world filled with misfits

Telling time by a phone not a watch

We cherish our loved ones

Give our change to the poor

Though we still are haunted by our thoughts

A jar full of sadness

Outweighs a balloon filled with joy

We still reckon these times will shift

While being lost at sea

With nothing to eat

Doesn’t always lead to a sinking ship

Our conscience that travels inside us

Guides us through paths dimly lit

It picks up on the imperfections

That in hindsight would cause us to slip

When plateaus have hills for no reason

Along with a triangle with more than three sides

I’ve learned to accept my mind has sailed far away now

Knowing that I’ll continue to steady the tide.

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