Bobbing up and down on the wind
The only excitement I’ve seen
Was under water
Felt quite good
Sinking down
Sofa all around
Should I have run
Away from fun
just to hold onto
familiar ones.
Want to stop being tethered
To the shore
Cut the rope
And sail away
In no particular direction
Rather than sit in the harbour
And rot into dereliction.
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