The flood is draining now

But it’s all the same

Echoes in my brain


Growing underground

But I’m safe and sound

Can I outlive the shame?


That dream is buried now

Dragged from the clouds

Is that my spade?


It’s just a breathing space

Remember this is not a race

Have I ever given chase?


Stared Fortuna in the face

Wrong time, Wrong place

Yet Atlas’s burden hasn’t swayed


Tossed and turned by waves afar

Floating in a sea of calm

Spurred on by the seagull's song

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