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A warm feeling has washed over me
As slow as the moons rolling tides
And lifted my body from the sand.
It would be lying to say I am swimming to safety
Where I will collapse onto the next beautiful shore
In the arms of my soul mate,
But I am not drowning deep in the inky seabed
With a sunken and inky heart.
I am... Floating. Drifting. Content.
Life has not gone, so far, exactly as I had planned,
And although things have gone wrong,
I managed to cope well enough, and keep going.
It is not mediocracy, it is
Swinging in balance between happiness and sadness
And in my opinion, no cause for alarm.
For now, I will lay here, drifting on a journey
That is changed only by endless currents
And chilling winds that roll across these endless tides.
But in time, I will grow thin and weak,
And I will need to move back to a shore:
Happiness or sadness,
And pull the salt crystals from my hair,
And untwist the seaweed from my limbs,
And begin again:
Floating, drifting,

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