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Feeling ecstatic has become foreign to me I wonder I wait I sit down and anticipate the life I’ve lived the hearts that break the sounds of joy the sounds of ache another day has passed and the sun starts to set I remember the day that we first met The problems that let us fall apart The promises not kept the road leading to death… of love that was once pure once so sure broken roads trust hearts It is all a mess picking up pieces no more face to face. No more calls of sweet surrender no more jabs or talk that lingers Until there is a clear break from you I know I will listen but not hear your words of foe Sounds of misery sounds of woe sounds that feel like I have to go. Far away off into the distance a place of solitude of least resistance. I will run once again away from it all my weathered friend A place called home does not exist not by the sea not on my list not to ask permission no wonder I roamed Who needs all that control no freedom from a tethered soul No words spoke with heartfelt text no common ground no common traits A road that leads to much regret A selfish love is all I met… I clearly see the man you are spending to much time inside the bar the rules you make are yours alone wandering eyes see the world as blue breaking hearts the one that was true no love or compassion for the ones other than you no love for God no truth that matters a narrow way a simple path A voice that is shrinking and needs to be heard if only I could have just one word…

Bye

Much Love 💜 Much Life