If you don’t know where you’re going
Why continue to look
At some point
The winds will stop blowing
The sails will stop sailing
The waves will stop crashing
At some point
A direction must be chosen
Which way
Which way
The writing is empty
Losing its grip
The words are meaningless
Slowly releasing
Waiting to hear
But the sounds are hollow
Pain slips away
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