Frothy waves of blue,
tangled seaweed too.
Salty sea air cool,
tropical scents that blew.
Grabbed my board,
strapped on my cord
and flew in the water,
with a slight totter.
I'm reriding the waves of life,
fighting myself-oh such strife!
Paddling the board, my arms tired.
Mania had me so wired.
I'd sleep two hours, then wake.
the energy was hard to shake.
Projects and activities, rising higher and higher
could control my board-what a liar!
I crashed and fell,
was so unwell.
This I can tell
when I fell.
Almost drowned
sinking without a sound.
What do I do?
To become anew...
Got back on my board,
life lessons to hoard.
Relearned how to sleep,
to wake and eat a heap.
Relearned how to think,
to remember and wink.
I got back on land,
my board and I on sand.
Life is hard and scary,
but I'll be strong and unweary!
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