A poem about life.
Anchors
Some people call it addiction,
Some people call it a blessing,
Some people call it affliction,
Some people call it confessing.
Some people call it religion,
Some people call it a wraith,
Some people call it mystical,
Some people call it faith.
We all have a certain something
That we cling to in time of need,
The trick is in realizing the soul
Is not a place where you bleed.
Some people call it imagination,
Some people call it humanity,
Some people call it reconciliation,
Some people call it vanity.
Some people call it gambling,
Some people call it fate,
Some people call it love,
Some people call it fate.
We all have a certain something,
We cling to on certain days,
The trick is finding out how much
The dwelling of your anchor weighs.
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