All of us strive to figure out the world, our life, our journey.
We get lost along the way, figuring our path in the sands of beach.
We walk, run and crawl through the supposed desert,
Some reach the shores and wet their feet.
Lucky are those who get to dive into the depths of the Ocean.
And there are those who emerge in the Other side.
Blessed or cursed we know not,
At least in the centre lingers no knot.
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