An entire life within the crashing waves
Hands held and shown what to do
Never stand with your back to the ocean
Ride the rips just passing through
Now the city is the best teacher
From drill bits to bureaucratic affairs
Those unflinching bureaucratic eyes
Offer little with their dead-eyed stares
These are days to tell about
Belonging everywhere ever been
Sick of these city shenanigans
You must choose one it seems
Continuing the theme from Across The Room. Inspired, borrowed and paraphrased from this post at Spinning Visions.
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