There is no lull.
The weight has shifted.
My world is shook.
A layer lifted.
The time it took.
I think I missed it.

Never could I do the same thing
for my whole life;
I hated change in the past,
but now I'm addicted to it.
If there is nothing new,
it will not do.
So where will I stay?
Where is a traveler's home?
Do we ever tire, after long
searches though the unknown?

Time moving forward,
need something tangible.
I'm moving forward;
are you tangible?

We wanted to grow old,
but no, we didn't know..
And after the best years pass,
we yearn to have them back.

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damp air
from rain before
long hair
in the breezy shore
looking out
the ocean near
looking back
shedding tears
moving on
something new
walking on
getting through

highway run
ticker top
stay here now
bottom drop
no way out
caving in
boredom gloss
doused with sin
green light red light
harlequin
loading dock
broken fin
filling up
lifted chin
picking up
halfway runaway
all the things
with no better way
toss the clock
counting down
something sweet
like a sound
use it up
what's to lend
for better use
in the end