I watch the clock
my two faced world
ticks me off
back in time
a mind full of visions
takes flight
takes my mind beyond these walls of
glass
the more I see
the less I care
about pain
suffering
of any kind
the well of sadness
has dried
and become
dust
I may belong to the seas
many men have fallen
before me
borne of fire
quenched in these waves
likes optimisms desire
a rogue 7th saves
the coast from
man's scarring
ways
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