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An ocean doesn’t calm,
Doesn’t stick to its path.
It has highs and lows,
its tides don’t always match its flows.
It doesn't follow where everything else goes.
So why choose to sit down and wait not straying far but sitting in place?
Straying may sometimes been seen as disgrace,
Therefore causing many to just sit in place.
You stay in your place rotting,
taking up space.
But it always seems you never get to a wanted place.
The ocean does stray and cannot be controlled.
Yet looked upon highly almost as gold.
Staying in place is not what it does it goes and flows,
Its waves are high and low.
They happen as needed and needed to flow,
So why not stray?
Why stay in a never moving place?
Stray far have your highs and lows,
And who knows one day you may also be seen as gold.