Like ends are purported to be
I found my self in a rain of foam
Awash into the salty deep blue sea
When the sun shine extended to bend
My strength and will itself from me
I found my self wishing a quick end
Than to sustain mediocrity and be
I found my hydrophobia, to mend
As the waves lashed confronting me
I swam harder into its deep end
Emerging victorious from the salty sea
Such was the recollection of my love
That brought new found hope to me
I saw me willed, I saw me unwavered
I became the conqueror of the seas
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