I found a little blue notebook while I was packing for home, and this was in it. Somehow we free-fall, Landing somewhere safe. I say this to remind myself To keep my faith. Reality is not something We escape. It's something we must face. Sometimes it brushes gently Against our feet, Like a brook, in a forest, In a fairytale. But these moments are brief, And as they retreat
We're left longing For the soft caress Of a home we left, Where we floated Once upon a time In life's exhale. While the water now Is rushing, Past the shorelines, Carrying houses And screaming families Out to sea. We say that's where They ought to be, If we're to believe There's a God With a plan Disguised as destiny. Everything for reasons We're not meant to Understand. We're only man, Just an animal That's strayed from Nature's path. Who's in control? Now, I do not know, But surely not I, Or you. We are far too Confused, At the very thought of it. Certainly no.
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