The Shape of My Dream … Someday

 

Never sure of the meanderings,
The mind takes us places we cannot control,
For thoughts are random or not,
Blistering the skin sometimes,
Another a wondrous consolation.

Lord, let them pass,
Like a ship going out to sea.

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