Oh, my heart, why can you not be shallow?
But would even that aid my trouble?
Would life still not grind me as it does now?
I have searched through the refuse,
(some call it dumpster diving),
and two have I found;
but no comfort have they rendered.
Shall I only have shallow, short pleasures,
and my toils and troubles be endless and mauling?
An ocean is between us,
and foolishness it would be to advance,
but who is my friend?
God, what lesson will I learn from this solitude?
What moral will this escalation bring me?
Can I never learn the ways I should walk without such pain?
Lord, so I wait.
!Noah!
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