Up slippery slopes, I refrain
Grit and grip, my life to regain
Joy, peace ‘n love again
They tell me what I ought to've been
All that, I chucked in the bin
Wars ‘n tempests while hidden in my cabin
With the present, I've al'az been even
In the future roars my engine
The heat, the cold, my resolve proven
Ne'er will I dream again
Nor imagine myself drenched in the peaceful rain
To me, both past ‘n future‘re in the dreaded drain
15 June 2023
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