Amid oceans I've ridden cyclones, I've seen no zephyr
'Sorrow' clutched my hand, "Stay. You must not seek bliss.
Its brightness blinds, I'm bound to leave you stronger."
'Bliss' had waited for me, "It's your call, not mine after all.
I can bless you with the perfect ending. It's me remember?"
'Expectation' couldn't wait. "Extremist for you travel on water,
You must know sorrow and bliss are lies, just parts of me."
'Dream' came along, "My perfect beginning never ends.
I'm where your worries fade. Here you can forever be."
My inertia pulled me before I could label them as friend or foe.
Amid the ocean, riding cyclones, once again I can only feel vertigo.
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