I go far away
Though never to stay;
My mind wanders far
Yet always the scar
Brings me back to which I have been made.
My memory stems from destiny...
There be no escape
Forever doomed to such fate.
So I live on, growing through the years
All while the rocking chair creaks in my ears.
O this memory which lingers in me,
To capture my mind
To dare burn in my soul
And, aggressively, should never let go!
Thus, I've no sense...which my mind calls its own
Pensively drifting (reasons??...Unknown!)-
So I plod onward, aging through the years,
Whilst the rocking chair creaks in my ears.
the end
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