To Speak Of Envy, To Dream Of Daylight.

by npegg

For the mountains glare at me again.

Holding true to what I am.

A drifter built by time and age.

The seas suffocate.

For tides and tides and time again I’ll wander till the day begins.

For time and time and tides again I’ll sink until my lungs cave in.

 

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