One Last Ride
I took one last ride through the time machine, I was shocked to see what I missed that went on behind the schenes, the watery eyes and the one last cry I cried as a child, now years went on and I traveled soo many miles, but some things is still stuck in my mind for the years I didn't live, the times I didn't give, and the moments I didn't recieve when I begged. That one last ride brought me to a discipline sense of mine, lessons I lost from the great ones that taught, and when it was time to speek, silence is was I spoke. But that one last ride made me see, and during that ride a man said to me, "follow the wind and it'll lead you to the sea, follow the waves and it'll lead you to me."
To be continued. . .
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