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Evolution


As I sit on this pier I think of All the nonsensical thoughts of the day And how much of myself wastes away So much of our time is confined in one space No one was meant to stay in one place I long to feel the waves carry me away From the shores and cities I don't belong to anymore To feel the wind blow as I remain Longing for it to never be the same Sometimes I know I'm addicted to change I crave it like a drug an endorphin release Always needing something else to feel pleased For if I was to be different I would have to yet again desire more alternation
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