And the winds blew,
Cleansing my head of,
Dreams I had construe.
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And in the blue sea quaint,
I found no expectations to fulfill,
All purposes seemed faint.
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The rock stood glistening,
Unscathed by time; stoic;
Years of mute listening.
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The blue sky dappled indigo,
Vibrant; Couldn’t care less;
Of the many things I let go.
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These valleys, the sea,
Mocked the futility life,
Of aspirations to be.
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Are we near light?
Or are those goals still,
Looming in sight?