Sometimes
You have to
Think things
And tell them
To the wind
Or dig a
Hole
Deep and wide
And shout
Into the earth
In the hope
That it might
Swallow up
Whatever it is
You need
To scream about
Before someone
Hears
And tries to
Turn
It back on
You
See
In reality
Every day
Is the same
The sun rises
The sun sets
And however much
It may feel
That this
Doesn't happen
Or it happens
Differently
It is but a wave
And the ocean
Is the same
Whether
There's a storm
Blowing
Or not
It's still
Just water
Which can
Crush you
Or soothe
You
In equal
Measures
Quite beyond
Your
Control