No. 11 What awaits at the Horizon
Storm clouds on the horizon.
Made this bed I tell my lies in
To myself who am I fooling ?
No one else but I sit here drooling
Over memories and things that will never be.
Setting myself up for heartbreak and failure
Losing myself to the lust and allure
Swept up in the riptide
lost my footing on this ride
Going with the flow heat and passion
Knowing one day my dreams will be dashed in
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