Can a sharp turm cause a crash,
If it is a thought that goes astray?
Marked by the tides of oceans current,
That seem to change every day.
Here I lay upon a bed of sand,
Hearing the oceans purring.
Like a lulaby in old Bombay,
Its reptition lulls me asleep.
I have travelled near and far,
But the ocean is never far away.
My mind can always recall,
How the waves keep calling my name.
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