My energy ebbs and flows
Sometimes I drown with the vast volume of the ocean of my thoughts
A lighthouse beacon pulls me through
The clouds dissipate
My sunshine beams right through, up, and outward.
How I’m meant to be.
But met with a lighthouse too small, light too dim, or pointed in the wrong direction…
I am lost at sea
Drift-less and clinging onto a life raft that is not meant for me.
Living Mad 
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