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I find it tough
to go along
a path given with ease.
A mind free of doubt
contagious are the clouds
far across the swells
floats an image of wealth.
Sound of the birds
shall awaken,
the sleeping giant within.

I, myself,
find it tough
to reach for something
in the dark.
I fear that I am losing
an opportunity to speak
of what lies deep
beneath the calm sea.