Questions become apparent and arise,
From deep below and with a surprise,
Sun peeking through the sand,
Only to discover an unknown land,
Within the living soul, there is much the devils hand,
Wishing for a better way to breathe,
Always on the edge ready to pop and leave,
Up to the sky where only angels go,
To be within the mask of the flow,
Flesh will always override,
The wave of feelings like the tide,
Unsecure of what tomorrow has to bring.
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