Sitting under a willow tree.
Kicking back, enjoy how it shades.
The sun shines bright as the day is long.
In ease but struggle where I belong.
Different tempos my feet catches beats.
Now I lisston to the breeze flowing through the leaves.
Most the time I chase my tail.
Day dream of casting in as captain to my ship that has sailed.
Makes me laugh and cry how I search in the tides.
For I could not set quest in able to find, such a depth journey.
It's in the Authors Irony.
Nor is a mission accomplished with friends on either side.
To gather what is best prolonged, the treasures that hide inside.
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