Out of the normal,
cause we don't wake and bake,
no need,
cause our thoughts,
Are like the San Andreas fault producing the strongest quakes,
but we shake,
shake it off,
pitch these untitled poems,
no hand off,
but see,
We get stuck on the 5 yard line,
stand off,
and these lights are bright,
but the night is dark,
so who has my back,
when,
when we cant see the sharks,
now see that is a thought that even the wisest man cant answer,
so we take our chances,
searching for our own answers
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