The Tempest
Riding the waves of uncertainty and change
I cannot see the future at this range
The sky is dark, and the rain is falling
I cry out, though no one hears my calling
I am thrown about and tossed
I need to find the shore, though I am so lost
I’m all alone on this vast ocean
The waves crash as a great commotion
I’m not certain where I’m going, or
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