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Winded by the Sea

By Blake Burris

My palms are burnt and broken

As soon as panga hits the plume,

I search far, wide and open

Waiting for the algae's bloom.

Hard to distinguish colors

When you're blinded by the truth,

I search far, wide and open

and only seem to find a few.

Maybe's meant for sinners,

Not for winners, yes it's true,

So, when you search far, wide and open

be sure to offer no excuse.

The reel spins fast and heavy

To rhythm of a clicking spool.

I searched far, wide and open,

patience kept me calm and cool.

While the action hits the sinking line

all I seem to think is you.

You searched far, wide and open,

only to leave the sea too soon.

Ay yi, bye, bye captain

I wish I woke up with you.

Searching far, wide and open

just to tell a story from your view.