Free spirited in the wind's direction
Indecisive he is, but I'd rather to go
Giving a blind eye to my imperfections
Where to next? Only God really knows
Empty hands, without a dollar to my name
Taking it as the days comes with a smile
Life's a cycle, all the days seem the same
Peace in my heart, as I'm walking for miles
Alot of troubles in life, but none on my head
Throttling at a pace that I can manage
Choosing this route as I would rather instead
The reality of living is harsh and savage
So I'm living a dream of an unsure future
Carefree on the edge of God's holy humor
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PoetryCombing through the sand of time to reflect on who we were, stitching the wounds together but it only hurts when we remember the past
