painted canvas

Stormy Seas

Just a thought!

The world is a canvas, you are painted within.

One ocean has calm seas, the other, storms brewing.

It's inevitable, you follow the blowing winds.

Sails rip, torrential waters breaking over the bow,

You seek calm in the storm's center.

Pitch black skys, no compass to point the way,

Still you refuse to turn back.

Believing a fallacy of something better ahead...

You're a storm chaser'


Author's Notes/Comments: 

"Stormy seas and bad decisions"

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