Let it all go on…

For those foiled by themselves,

For those whose thoughts can drive them mad…

Take a canoe

And oar over fresh, foamy seas,

A home unbuilt,

A place to go to lose yourself,

A sign saying ‘happy here, there’s nowhere else’,

For just a day…

Then let the game, the choice, the chore,

The joy and heartbreak, the crystal tear under darkened cloud

Go on…


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