On the mountainside by the sea,
With two companions I cannot see.
I'm safe for now despite reality.
I am a drop in the ocean,
My mind is a reflection.
On the raindrops that drizzle,
Turning to spray like my emotions in the sea breeze.
Tortured by my intellect, on the rack of my circumstance,
The weather gusts back and forth, I never had a chance.
I wait and wonder, and treasure,
My existential agony.
Knowing half well,
I cannot imagine eternity.
I can't see any way.
I can't see anyway.
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