Imagine being at sea,
Clouds cuddling the sun,
The moon, her starry coterie,
Having their share of fun.
And you watch the show,
Again, again, and again;
You have no way to know,
If you're expending life in vain.
You wonder if you're alive,
Or, just stuck, comatose;
Yes, you didn't like the hive,
But, was this what you chose?
You can balk, nothing will vary,
Or, oar further, but where to?
A return, however, is rather scary,
Who, back there, were you?
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