The Pull
I wish I could scour the coastal floor
Like the pull of the ocean
Make some marks, change the scenery
Yet in some ways I am already doing so
Clawing at the land time and again
Gathering a heavy burden of rocks
Getting no nearer to the goal, no further in the shore
And randomly leaving some of my pebbles
Without knowing how many, what, or where
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