Words from a song I heard.
The rhythm beats a tattoo of heartbeats
On the glass wall that hides my soul;
The road that winds and wanders leads only
Into the unknown; there are no charts.
There is no place to go, no harbour
For the boat that tosses lazily on the ocean swell,
There is no sanctuary, the past is no longer
And the future shaded in greys and blues.
You take the blues: I can leave whenever I choose.
© 2ndwitch, 03/04/14
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