
As boats tied to shore
away from reality
tied to dreams are thoughts

As boats tied to shore
away from reality
tied to dreams are thoughts
Every fleeting click
an attempt to capture light
or a blinking eye

All things big and small
feel smaller still from afar
the bully, distance
Mistakes will be made
and many fingers pointed at
forgive still, erase
City streets are home
life’s bitter, never better
and passers by kin
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