the anchorMature

however you take it... you tell me how it comes across to you

There’s an anchor

Held up by a rope made of steel

When a storm comes

The anchor goes down a bit more

But never reaches the bottom


This anchor never sinks

But why?

What is holding it back?

This anchor is made of rusted metal

It has broken pieces everywhere


The anchor is never going to be as strong as it used to be

So what’s the point of not letting it sink

 Whats the point of keeping it around anymore

If it does no good ? 

The End

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