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The canvas of my mind is the soft water lapping
Flightless birds cross the framework and come tapping
A ship of stability rocks on the waves
Negativity grips the ship, watch as the sky caves
Thoughts show the dolphins leap, the sharks won’t sleep
Occasional cloud, lightning strikes, the canvas weeps
The mind’s eye is introspective, creating a mirage
Tempest turn, sails burn, assembling my courage
Dive to the deep, fight the darkness of the depths
Choking on the voice of reason, take your final breaths
Soak up the agony, waiting for redemption
Kick to the surface fighting all the contention
Take the hand of change, change the scenery
Fly to the heavens in a broken piece of machinery
Wipe the canvas to silence the commotion
Because sometimes to know emotion, you have to drain the ocean.
~Pseudonymous Walsh