You sit, feet in the sand- it's starting to feel cold.
Barefoot, wondering what you're supposed to do, where to go next.
You are shipwrecked.
Lost, trodden, jaded.
Where to turn? Where to go from here?
Only you know.
Your mind races as the sun falls behind the foreign hills,
time is running out
ever so quickly.
The storm is upon you, the one that has been chasing you through the depths of the ocean.
Stop running, just face it.
Because running barefoot on the beach leads to tripping in the sand.
Face the storm, push through the rage of the ocean winds.
There is always a calm after the storm,
Just like there are always rainbows after rain.
Persistance.
Is it the wind?
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