Oh, what a tiring dream,
Wondering once more who’s on my team.
The tide’s rising, a rock’s at my feet;
Struggling for air, exhaustion has me beat
And as I look to my hand,
I see it holding the rope which prevents me from reaching land.
Musing #3
Greetings fellow homo-sapien (if you're an alien, that's cool too!). Through your surfing you have reached the mind of a humble (*cough* lie *cough*) writer. Have…fun (*evil laughter*)
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