'adventure'

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I have somewhere to be Hurrying and scurrying Maneuvering mindless movements One swift exit, four cocky strides Push the earth beneath my feet And drop me off the landing Now here I am stuck standing
You learnt to tread  the thread of life, for you knew if you leaned too much
Shifting shallows, Shifting shadows in the shallow deep    Salt from my soul seeps through to swim with her sadness...  
We were different; We were different before paying bills We were different before heartbreak We were different before going out into the world. The world; A matrix of experiences,
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