In the prime of me, I set my sail.
Ive shut out chance, or time to love.
My bones crave the new, the life not lived,
and the roads in ground of people not known.
A tide of fear swept over, whenever I can dream,
of my life being more than me.
The feeling I keep inside bones, will last until I move my home.
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 9:08 PM UTC
In the prime of me, I set my sail.
Ive shut out chance, or time to love.
My bones crave the new, the life not lived,
and the roads in ground of people not known.
A tide of fear swept over, whenever I can dream,
of my life being more than me.
The feeling I keep inside bones, will last until I move my home.
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