The ocean
Green blue water
Cradle of life
And all that is!
We awake one morning
You in there
Me in here
Both scared
For what is near
Truth?... Lies?...
What do they mean?!
In the womb we meet
Soft… tender… cosy
Why are we lazy?
Awake! The time as come
Whisper! The time is done
Oh my! We’re gone!
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Fear may be prudence, but the time is right to say what is right.
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