
Me, and whom I ought to be
ripped by, risen from the sea
chewed through ropes, drifted free
going down, only to surface
and come up for air
in an abandoned place
dabble delighted
soothing smile on my face
the sun warms my wings
while the wind blows em dry
deliberating if I even wanna go fly
no need to decide
I allow me to hide
within my embrace
dawdle
serene smile on my face
the space
of walkin' trough the golden gate
don't be late, just go
watching endless skies turn indigo
(as are my eyes)
and let it be so
know
I.A.m
Wishy washy ring my bell
who muddied up the wishing well?
I.A.m
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