'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
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,
