You're so damn tired of feeling down in the dumps

But you do nothing to pick yourself up

You expect the world to cast you a line

To draw you back to the shore of feeling fine

But somewhere along that trek to the shore

The line breaks and you're stranded once more

Bobbing in the middle, trying to keep afloat

Searching desperately for an oncoming boat

But in the water, not a ripple will form 

Unless you get yourself swimming back to the shore

Because external beings will not save your soul

You choose to be a vibrant spirit or a melancholy ghoul

Once you look inward to be repaired and resurrected

You'll know eternal happiness and all the troubles will be accepted



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