Watching light shine off buildings on Treasure Island,
You know you missed a moment in the sun,
How you coulduh been somebody.
Backing from the rail, you sit to feel your pain,
Then notice the light’s stillness, how peaceful you feel,
How you’ve forgotten the wind.
You know the sun usually comes out,
That if you come all the time you will face your glaring pain until it weakens,
That your peace will become greater than your failure.
Standing, you feel the wind assault you.
You walk back, seeking light in everyone’s face,
All of you shivering.
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