Lost Oasis

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Ever felt you're missing pieces,

Senses dampened, will defeated?

No matter the lengthy thirst for life,

Shallow rivers run depleted.

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Ever tried to switch your step,

Seek outside the box for meaning?

Picked up your bones and headed west,

In search of arid land worth greening?

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Ever known to want the end,

Lay your soul to ground and free it?

Return to earth the dues you spent,

From which we grew but not once seeded.

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Odd how simply things can change,

How often tides will rearrange.

As the moon, it seems, is shining brightest,

Orbit sways us into darkness.

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Ever seen a loved on wrecked,

Living traumas you've known in wealth?

And despite your counsel being correct,

You can't apply it to yourself?

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Ever heard a grown man cry?

A world so fragile in that instance,

Built from rules we chose to pry

From notions false of our existence.

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Ever wet the sand with tears,

Not expecting evolution?

But as the fog and hurting clears,

You see you've moulded a solution.

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Odd how simply things can change,

How often tides will rearrange.

Let me orbit back to face this

And build a blossoming oasis.

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Tom Fry