Walking alone
on the coastal lane
Makes me wonder
why do I have to be sober

Can’t I just be myself
put away being normal on the shelf
Makes me wanna go with the tide
be swept away and glide

As it is, a bird stopped nearby
prodding me that he’ll stand by
Isn’t it ironic?
A bird stopped me from being drastic

In a Silent prayer, I retreat…

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