** once was **
Chasing seahorses off the pier
Descending into anarchy
The currents and waves storm caught
All is turbulence in this sea
And I am a swimmer lost
Unable to bear to shore
A shore I have lost from sight
And hope grows small and poor
I once so knew my way
Stroke was strong and sure
I was a different person then
Braver and more trusting and pure
Life has tainted me and stained me
This parchment I become
From once was such a clean sheet
I wear upon myself everything I have done.
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