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I cross the ocean of life,
Raging sea of black and purple.
But in the storm there is asylum, not far in the distance.
However it is a siren in disguise, tempting me off course.

Its sweet song seduces,
Filling my head with wonder and lies.
But I see through the fabrications,
And continue my travels.

The farther I swim away from him,
The more his call fills me to my brim.
Saturating my mind and bosom,
With its lust and antagonism.

I ignore its tune,
And continue to search for the shore.