Grievously crossed the Stepping stones

Place me on the land before the stepping stones,
Grievously I edge towards the starting zone,
Distant mirage of unfamiliar homes,
These scattered stones are mine to tread alone,
But I've never been alone,
In this familiar acapellago.

Place me on the coast beside the light house,

The raft close behind will remind me to have no doubts,

Gather me a map and only send me on the known routes,

Lists kept pristine enough for me to host my own joust,

Inattentive to the fates below,

In this familiar acapellago.

Place me on the rocks out in the far sea,

Took up skipping stones as a hobby,

With these wounded soles carnivores might fall upon me,

Pull me from the path and slowly turn me to a zombie,

Honestly, I'd never know,

In this familiar acapellago.

Place me on the rocks, make it the last time,

Tease me with a win before I swim back to the coastline,

Legs bruised and bloodied from the last try,

Silence laced with iodine war cries,

Sea denying my tears to show,

In this familiar acapellago.

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