There is a sweeping motion, call it a wave.
It brings forth tidings of dissonance, pain, memories, and sleep.
Sometimes it comes at you ten feet tall. & you standing there, waist deep in sand,
well,
you're already stuck.
Then,
there are those blissful waves.
Their siren song lures you to sleep.
This lullaby is tiresome.
All your energy will drift away, while the next waves returns.
each one coaxing you into a sweet slumber.
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