Why do you sit
In a cloudy pout?
Insisting you’ve found
No way out.
And woe to you,
Fist at the sky,
Resigning yourself
To ocean tide.
Don’t blame heaven
For your sad state
If you’ve resolved to
Seal your fate.
The doors are open,
The locks are gone,
In time for prison
Break of dawn.
The Sky is yours,
The ocean too,
To play or scorn
As you so choose.
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