A deep land,
filled with a rejuvenating wave
With each wave being more restful than the last,
As the waves crash into the soire that is the unconscience,
The mind rides the waves spinning tales upon tales ,
That not even a master seamstress could create,
Within these dreams of outrageous ideas come insight,
From this insight we hope for more than we find,
We search for answers but none come,
We watch as we lose control yet to no avail as we have no control,
And as the ship rides the waves till the point that they settle we realize that now it is over and we have new healed.


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