I sometimes get lost in my own mind
Never truly gone, but always out of time
That’s the flow of the mist
The breath of Summer’s sweet kiss
The more things change, the more they stay the same
At least, that’s what they always say anyway
Your heart is lost at sea, your mind trapped in the clouds
Your body roams the land, covered in the darkest shroud
Will you look up from your journey to see what’s ahead?
Or shall you continue on without straying instead?


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