For the victories that we have Are as the land, And every one of our expectations and plans As trees and blossoms, Yet, our failings are the drops Of the ocean and downpour And every one of our feelings of horror and stresses - Winds and storms. Furthermore, I am so uncontrolled, up until this point, so flopping Despite the fact that there's most a lifetime figuring out how to swim, Till I have thought me excessively far gone Or then again that the furious sky and ocean may never ease again Furthermore, it has appeared to be the waters perpetually increment. However at this point, I recollect me, through this battle, Also, how it didn't just make me powerless Yet in addition made me solid. Along these lines, in the event that I however look to change the internal tide, Might not simply the oceans start to quiet? There should be some place something to swim back to A land worth going after for. I may accept I will be one day moving on a shore. What's more, I should make myself certain, even as I swim, This flooding ocean encompassing may be only a fantasy, What's more, I could wake, maybe, In a whirlwind of cover, unfastened no more.
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