Well I don’t know what to write
Because it’s been a while,
And the turns have been winding, the maps stored in a file.
Rushed away like wind in my mind
A fleeting jab at a life.
So take me back to those mind games
Where the sea is stronger
And the breeze block stumps sway in the wind.
Stretched far across this land,
Like ice on the fields
A punch through the crack
And a hole in this earth.
There’s fires on every corner
So you’d best come prepared.
Because the man who once lived here..
Is now huddled and scared.
Nov 7, 2021
Nov 7, 2021 at 6:17 PM UTC
Well I don’t know what to write
Because it’s been a while,
And the turns have been winding, the maps stored in a file.
Rushed away like wind in my mind
A fleeting jab at a life.
So take me back to those mind games
Where the sea is stronger
And the breeze block stumps sway in the wind.
Stretched far across this land,
Like ice on the fields
A punch through the crack
And a hole in this earth.
There’s fires on every corner
So you’d best come prepared.
Because the man who once lived here..
Is now huddled and scared.
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