EXPRESSING AND UNDERSTANDING

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Bullshit

Maybe one day all this bullshit will fade away
One step in front of another
I take it day by day

We need a cleanse
We need the rain to come
We need a reprieve

Letting the tide was over me,
I’m dragged back to shore
Thankful for every breath

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Dreaded Currents

Turning out of the shallow creek, a singular storm cloud emerged
No one told me he probably shouldn’t drive the boat anymore
“Grandpa, it’s about to rain”

Dreading those next few minutes, I gripped the seat in preparation
We ducked and dodged our way home
Tying the boat once we landed, eager to be done with this adventure

The grey cloud still hung over us
The sun peaking from underneath
We made it, in spite of it all