When we were young and life was forever
our eyes were set on the distant sun
looking to a future filled with gold and fun

We didn’t care what we were made of
We carried our past and cradled the storm
We tried to conceal the scars we have worn

I get lost sometimes, but with you I am free
And I am caught in your endless gravity
and I don’t want to drift on an endless sea

Stoic Poetry


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