Barefoot on the sand,
Tingling on my toes,
Wind sweeping the land,
And all my past vows.
The waves inviting me,
To go out and swim.
Ahead I can’t see,
In the light that is dim.
The day is slowly fading,
There is no lighthouse.
In the ocean I’m floating,
And my senses arouse.
I’m slowly drifting away,
From familiar ground.
Staring at the milky way
A new path is found.
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