to choose a favorite out of a
rippling, exuberant sea
and a quiet, pensive one.
But the sea of my mind,
hiding more questions than answers,
more doubts than impulse
more tunnels than wide fields,
more me than the world,
that sea is a fire on some days
refusing to quell
and on other days,
it is a gentle, cool, insouciant breeze.
And I know not who has the power over it
but I(or Time already has?) am vying for control
to douse the fire.
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