It’s interesting how I somehow
Feel I shall never reach
That lonely distant strip of sand
They often call a beach.
I swim so hard to keep in sight
That lonely distant shore.
I swim all night. It’s out of sight.
I push to swim some more.
My head slips down beneath a wave.
My mouth gulps water in.
My chances seem to ever be
Increasingly so slim.
Some force is pushing harder now
To keep me swimming on.
If I can only swim some more
I might just see the dawn.
But dawn does come without a beach,
It’s still far out of sight,
And I can push no further on
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