King of Ephyra


When will I finally
embark on the hike
that I packed a lunch for,
stop frantically paddling
to the surface just
to sink back onto the seafloor,
stop rolling that stone
up the grassy hill only
to let it topple me
at the foot of the mountain,
stop brushing myself off
only to trip
that silver wire
again.

Because I know
Life is a series of second chances
And when I wake up tomorrow
I may have no more

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