The Tide Rides Cycles and So Do We You Unbalanced Moron

Up way big and way down swings the unstoppable swell in this ocean, this volcano, this street.

And there on the surface, I see you, wait up for me, for surely we two folk must meet.

But we don’t because each of us feel our own fear now, there’s nothing for no-one to greet.

Stand fast and we’ll drown in the shortest of orders with this disorder having all the rest beat.

Of course you are moved as we all are and have been.

Still we peat and Repeat and Repeat.

(unless you know another way out…)

Do you?

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

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