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Sometimes it could all be over,
Without even having begun.

Where does that leave us?

Caught up in the slipstream of your own life,
Gasping for air and clinging to light.

It’s hard to be seen,
Just little ripples crashing on to someone else’s shores,
Like the tide,
Always relentless in gaining those precious extra inches up the sand.

Take the time,
Take the time,
Catch it up,
Let it pass you by.

We are here……….now