Written ages ago, when I was sitting simply and random thoughts flitted in and out of my mind.
I sit on the stairs
Random thoughts creeping up my mind
Shadows dance on the walls
I am swept away on the tide of time
The waves throw me back on the rocks
The beacon lights up the past
When the moon lends its glory
And shows the path to the ship yonder
That will take me on a new journey
To a destination of my choice
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