Maybe we could find it in our hearts to not be so afraid
Of every breaking wave
Each passing tide
Gather our minds to fight insanity
Not shatter so easily on every shoreline
Fail to heed the siren’s call of doubt
Perfection is not a manageable thing
You can’t hope to control what is wild and rare
You just breathe it in and try not to let the power of it drown you
If you try to hold too tightly to beauty, you lose the essence of it
Expectations like mist escaping your desperate grasp
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