On A Beach

embalmed with denigration

drowning in clichés

paralyzed with expectations

frustrated by delays

 

harpooned with envy

mesmerized by guilt

sucked into disappointment

sunken in the silt

 

riding all the waves

hoping in belief

searching for the way

getting stuck on a beach

 

My Thing

Many others question

what I do and why

they pour their negativity into my heart

the things they say could make me cry

were I a lessor person

and cared what they thought

these people whose dreams and emotions

are like toys that they bought

I do my thing no matter what

I do my thing no matter why

I do my thing through the pain

I do my thing in the rain

I do my thing and search for answers

I do my thing

and that’s just it

I do my thing

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