Lighthouse

You said that life makes you become a fool
Whenever you keep your strides out of frame
As struggling before being drowned in a pool
None of us can protect you from being lame

Because you believe there is a gigantic monster 
Moaning through the wall that is totally invisible
You choose to take it as your alternative cloister,
Where no one will scare you to be explicable

But now there's nobody who holds your hand 
Everything gradually turns out to be blur
Only if you strike on it through touching sand
Will you be led to the horizon you emerge from
And then to somewhere you swim for being clear.

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