the blue wave

The first time I ever stood up and rode / it was like breaking free from a tunnel / that was ready to explode / the wind was lashing in my ears / as I silently shifted through the gears / and saw beautiful fish underneath my feet / and seabirds overhead / and despite everything that I’d read / it seemed like the world had been / and would always be good / sometimes it’s just misunderstood / lately it’s been sad times for me / and I’ve been lost and not very brave / but it’s time now to go back inside again / and remember how / to ride the blue wave.

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