The tide will turn
We’re all
A little bit
Nuts
Sailing our little boats
In big shoes
To nowhere
In no place
In no time
But carrying on
Regardless
Maybe
What it is to be human
Is to sail
Endlessly
On
And maybe
What it is
To be human
Is to hit the land
Hard
And soft
And carry on
And then
To learn
That it
Isn’t the fault of
The la...
Saturday 22nd February 2025 11:47 pm
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