Limbo
To bounce from one viewpoint to another, never quite resting in between.
Never quite landing in one place at any time or destination.
Floating here and there with little connection to the earth’s gravity.
No force can keep you down and committed in one direction of motion.
Great blue waves drive you farther away from the sea.
Restless waves, in their rhyme and energy, push farther into the ocean.
The Sabbath is meant for rest, be it an unstable morning on Sunday.
Wide tides whirling and swirling in blue-green waves churn my emotions.
Words may be cliché and interplay roleplay, aye the untruth of runaway.
When will the words flow elegantly with such high ideals for promotion.
No rest for the restless wandering orphan on the seas during the holiday.
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