Sometimes you have to ask, "why me?"
Keep this destiny away
The tide of times over whelms the bay
Rippling and rolling waves take the harbor
The clouds of responsibility blot out the free blue scape
Why must there always be another hand hold to grasp onto
Another step in the dance, a second second chance
A crack, a cry, thunder and lightening fill the sky
The weight of opportunity rains down in deluge
Each drop slowly burning me away
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