or be torn away by the rip currents.
Drowning in the hidden depths like a slave
that hides under the whip of a serpent.
Find yourself far away from what you are.
Out, lost and swimming for what you are not.
Everyone claims to have the truth?! Bizarre.
It can only be found within the heart.
Exhausted, swimming against ourselves,
looking to become sure of ourselves,
but we’d begun on the shore of ourselves.
When will we look below the first few shelves?
Greed and hatred, a whirlpool of urges
that pull us away from our purpose.
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