A Novice

A Pantoum

Along these consciously unconscious movies
As reality blurs between rationale and feelings soar high
Sometimes I swim through like a novice
Knowing all too well, I was born to fly

As reality blurs between rationale and feelings soar high
I wander in the ocean depths looking for a muse
Knowing all too well, I was born to fly
I contemplate the difference between two blues

I wander in the ocean depths looking for a muse
Just going with the flow or avoiding the tides
I contemplate the difference between two blues
Anticipating the moment this storm subsides

Just going with the flow or avoiding the tides
Sometimes I swim through like a novice
Anticipating the moment this storm subsides
Along these consciously unconscious movies

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