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the waves booming, gentle breeze
too much exuberance on the shore
traffic rushing past, oblivious to my mood
but then why should I be alone

the shutter clicks, the words flow
oh, what to do with the day
the mist clouds my thoughts
the air frought with anticipation
hands through my hair sweep the cobwebs away
romanticism at it's best

the sky darkens but not my mood
still overwhelmed by the ebb of time
the sun breaks through, full of indecision
at least I'm not alone in my quest for clarity