Lost in a deteriorating moment
What more can we do to be free
Close our eyes to the darkness
Tiptoeing quietly, down to the sea
Searching franticly for the answer
But the obvious truth is often a ghost
False memories are unruly traipses
Inclinations leading me, down the coast
Is there a way to be clean again
To bathe in the ocean’s gentle roar
Hope against hope; possibly a way
To find sunshine that might restore
Captain Q 
“Close our eyes to the darkness” 👏 Poignant poem
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Thank you! I’m glad you liked that line. 😀
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Yep. Agree with what Tricia says. I lovevthat line too
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I didn’t really pay that line much attention until you two mentioned it. Thanks!
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