The Anchor

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I move out into the fray,
Hoping to find somehow a getaway,
A last trip to the great beyond,
Instead called back into the small pond,

Unable to move and unable to stay
Why can't I just make it all go away?
But I am anchored, by the thing
That I created, on a whim

The beauty of my creation
I succumb to its temptation
Unbalanced by the strength
Of what it brings me at length

A smile I can make
Although the truth it's a fake
But it still manages to free
The love within me.

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