Sonnet #13

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Ambition's roaring in my tidal wave

where turtles live and swim forever long.

Relationships I strive to build and shape

are heavy from the pressure put upon.

Directed one man titled symphony,

control an audience of shuffling feet;

they never feel what's made so crystalline

discover what is passion's energy.

A man to scoff,suspecting hoping more.

His worn out pocket has the seams undone;

who's stuck in racket from outside a door

the day is heeding wiser men who come.

    But comes the day and comes my weary time;

    here ends my wave I'm lost within the tide.

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