The Wave

It starts out like any other
the mornings light as feather
but a weight lingers within
dragging you till it begins

find your way out of this rhyme
not using what you used last time
make it out the other end
waiting will be a new friend

one tunnel out and into the next
with every step more perplexed
every other harder than the other
with you all along is the earth mother

take every step though shoeless
with every step more clueless
remember it is all a wave
up and down till your grave.


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