The driftwood of dreams
Ebbs and flows
Spins in waltz time
Sinks and surfaces
Brushes and barges into
The life-boat of dull reality
Each nightly dip
to don the jacket
and venture a little further
Gnawing at the tethers of tedium
Challenging convention for all your worth
Is this our legacy?
Spin doctors of the surreal
or translators of the image
Yet to be seen
Yet to be shared?
Ask one who has cut the safety line
Do they really want to reach the shore?
When the view beyond the breakers
could offer so much more?
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