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I've set sail across a desolate ocean. 

Floating away in which ever direction. 

To find some type of destination. 

Singing "I'm a gypsy soul and I'm born for leaving. Packing up a suitcase with cloths for any season. Ready for whatever. Into the night. Reminiscing on the days I had an over bite. I can recall never using my retainers in hopes that life would set back to a familiar settings. But one foot. 

In front the other. From all the rocks and dirt I kicked up from the road less traveled. The scrapes and scars healed. Created a layer of thick skin. I'm not one to swim. Rather be dry. Been rained on too many times before. Yet no matter how cloudy. I always look up to the sky. I'm no saint. I'm not Satan. I been dealt a hand of cards and it's up to me which ones I play. I've been gone. I've been missed. And I've Been missing. Hiking up mountains reminiscing. Counting every shooting star like change in a jar to cash in for a wish like an award at a carnival . With life being the ride.  Music is my lamplight. Gets me through the fog. Keeps me up so I don't trip on my self In the dark  

From a collapsed shelf burdened by to many bound and shelved emotions. 

Soundwave shelter. 

Just let me feel

That breeze created by the soul 

Carryed out with a melody 

In synchorized rythem 

That creates a headnodic beat 

In hopes to get someone to nod 

And press repeat. 

I'm not a teacher or a student. 

Just an anonymous poet 

Claiming no titles 

Just writing Words to check my vitals 

Hoping to get it right 

With only a few recitals. 

practicing over and over and over. 

Each time getting a little closer.