Feel too young to live,
Stuck in all of my old ideas:
On the very seasides-
Wait on time to change its tide.
Its long line of spray-
All the good moments are-
Quiet subtle whispers:
As the worst of them all,
Are a grating roar.
Begin, and cease,
The tides have grown full:
Everything now draws back;
As I feel like a lost pebble,
Without its own direction:
Tremulous, is man's misery;
In their shoreless ocean,
Waiting on the sand, shivering in cold.
Only the brave try-
To swim to the- Ends of eternity,
As children feeling so bold.
Perhaps that time I was bored,
Wondering what's next to come?
Timeless, is life when you're lost-
In all your childish dreams.
With the aroma salts,
Hair lost in the breeze;
I feel so joyously lost at Sea.
Deep, quiet, and alone;
Young, bright, fair, and free:
Only when, it was the younger me.
The ocean's body-
Is a thousand tears,
Of the Earth's greatest guilt:
Pulling me away from dreams;
As her and I are both Blue.
Awful spirits of the deep,
Once took my happiness -
And returned to me filth:
Still at the time, of my youth.
For youth is, so cruel.
But what are we to do,
To only hope we make it through?
Oct 27, 2021
Oct 27, 2021 at 6:27 PM UTC
Feel too young to live,
Stuck in all of my old ideas:
On the very seasides-
Wait on time to change its tide.
Its long line of spray-
All the good moments are-
Quiet subtle whispers:
As the worst of them all,
Are a grating roar.
Begin, and cease,
The tides have grown full:
Everything now draws back;
As I feel like a lost pebble,
Without its own direction:
Tremulous, is man's misery;
In their shoreless ocean,
Waiting on the sand, shivering in cold.
Only the brave try-
To swim to the- Ends of eternity,
As children feeling so bold.
Perhaps that time I was bored,
Wondering what's next to come?
Timeless, is life when you're lost-
In all your childish dreams.
With the aroma salts,
Hair lost in the breeze;
I feel so joyously lost at Sea.
Deep, quiet, and alone;
Young, bright, fair, and free:
Only when, it was the younger me.
The ocean's body-
Is a thousand tears,
Of the Earth's greatest guilt:
Pulling me away from dreams;
As her and I are both Blue.
Awful spirits of the deep,
Once took my happiness -
And returned to me filth:
Still at the time, of my youth.
For youth is, so cruel.
But what are we to do,
To only hope we make it through?
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