Like they were meant to be,
If that's what they are then what does that say,
About one's tragedies?
Or even about the doldrums of life,
Are we all just surfing,
Spending most of our lives padddling from shore,
T'experience the thrill of returning?
I guess there's all the time to contemplate,
About magic moments,
If all was magic, it would be doldrum,
The truth for all humans.
How do I know?
If I'm pricked, then I bleed,
I may as well be talking to no one,
If everyone else is not like me.
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