Stream Of Consciousness

It's called the tide for a reason.
Thoughts swim in and out
Like waterfalls dripping into the mind.
At one moment,
The sea is calm,
Grateful to all it has swept behind
But the smooth in and out never lasts.
The end is always choppy,
And it all waves back to the shore.

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