Roaring ocean, warm air, throat burning

Heart pounding, lungs begging for air

Mind vulnerable, loneliness’s glare turning

Eyes on me, a move to make I cannot bare

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Choices escape clarity, nowhere to hide

Glances cause insecurity, vagueness looms

Specificity, a battle inside

Decisions each clearly own their dooms

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Fighting feeling meaning, future unknown

Despite effort and exhaustion, sleep escapes

The toil and depression, my own

The tomorrow my choice shapes

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A dream ever so frantically persistent

Constantly tearing me from the certain

Fault my own, mind so insistent

A beautiful future awaiting a pull of the curtain

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Watch the pull of the tide

As I craft the end, so long desired

Prevailing decisions, influenced by what’s inside

A future beautiful, designed by me and by all, admired