the forehead is a globe
eyes are islands
i'm squinting and sending off storms
trying to see what went wrong
fix it with the future
never look back on your torn sails
only look the way of the wind
take me away, I hope to feel something
anything
but i'm just out at sea
gulls and debris, my friends
come and go
and i'm lonely again
I wish my traveling wasn't my trend
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