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The ocean blue waves

Lapping at the shores

Teasing the rocks

Just out of reach

“Wanna ride?

“Almost there.

“Sorry not now.

“Maybe next wave, yes?”

But never are they reached.

Forever the rocks wait for their turn

That will never come.

They wish upon wish

Everynight.

Everyday.

They watch as their friends

Get picked up.

And thrown in.

Or slowly rolled away into

The tempting blue seas.

But never do the truly deserving rocks go.

Never the ones

That have wished for decades.

Never the one

That have hoped beyond all hope

Wished beyond all wish

And tried beyond all trys.

Rocks. They aren’t like us.

They don’t have a choice.

But to do what they are pushed

Into doing.

They can watch through generations

Of us making the wrong choices

That leave our generation

To the flies.

And they will always stay.

Maybe it’s choice that kills us.

Maybe it’s the pursuit of happiness

That truly leads to our demise.