A young woman stands alone
on a balcony high above the city.
If she looks far enough
she can see the ocean.
She has long, blonde hair
that moves with a gentle breeze that's blowing.
From the view-point in a lower apartment
in another building,
She seems pretty
and fashionable.
She could be an aspiring musician,
or a hard-core business woman.
She could be a heart-broken man-hater,
or a hopeless romantic.
She could be rich and successful,
or poor and struggling.
Then again,
she could be like me,
still searching for a dream that's her's entirely
and just barely living life
until she knows what she wants
even though in her heart
she knows exactly what she wants,
but is unsure if the struggle is worth it.
The ocean she can barely see knows the answer:
It is.
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