A beautiful life
My writings are only as good as my tantrums and meltdowns
And those conundrums you throw,
Not expecting to be answered
Were they getting better or worse?
But stage by stage
Step by step.
Started with a jerk,
A bit of a hesitation
Then flowed like a stream
Only to diverge into the woods
Lost and wandering
Longing to meet
The oceans green
Will I get better?
Or are you waiting for the butcher?
Remember, the oceans are blue and still
Swimming is a choice
Survival is fate, lest you forget
It's for you and me
To overcome the test of time.
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