It's time to move on,
Moving on from the bleak dawns.
Leave all the indisposition,
The empty rooms and restrictions.
I drove to West,
To find what is the best.
The West is my home,
An abode of lovely zones.
With him, I will not feel sadness,
I got no vacancy with his madness.
All of his toys that were so many,
Star Wars and a replica of a ferry.
Now I'm with him,
His bare hands and glowing beams.
Blue eyes turn to hazel ones,
Just like an old water in the pond.
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Reinvention: A Comprehensive Metamorphosis Of A Young Adult (Anthology II)
PoetryHe found himself in an old lair, there, he reinvented and followed the dry trail.
