I can’t follow my heart
For it gives me bad directions.
Instead I’ll follow the wind
Which has brought me here.
Folded within a dream
I stand at the edge
Where the desert meets the sea,
Reminded of death’s persuasion
And the promise of life ahead,
Stuck in the middle..
Waiting for the horn to call me home once more;
To live and die in the fray again.
Mar 22, 2021
Mar 22, 2021 at 11:04 PM UTC
I can’t follow my heart
For it gives me bad directions.
Instead I’ll follow the wind
Which has brought me here.
Folded within a dream
I stand at the edge
Where the desert meets the sea,
Reminded of death’s persuasion
And the promise of life ahead,
Stuck in the middle..
Waiting for the horn to call me home once more;
To live and die in the fray again.
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