Gentle winds brushing back the tides of fear

Clocks ticking never stopping moving on

Coming close remains far, not even near

Sad for what might have been, but never was



Locked and hidden put away to stay gone

All my dreams now seeming so obsolete

Content to find my way in unknown ground

Where being alone seems bitterly sweet



Tides will come and go, currents will run free

The world sometimes moves at its own pace

Sometimes dreams are just exactly that dreams

Not how fast you run just finish the race



Little girl standing by familiar shore

Not wanting to play adult anymore

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