Maybe Tomorrow, Maybe Today

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Sometimes I'd wonder, how has it been?
I yearn for physical craving, the physical reach of another being.
Tired and sick, sick of being tired.
I want to fly, I want to soar high into the far off crimson tainted sky.
Sometimes I wonder if we will ever stare up at the moon together, fight side by side.
Someday, life or death, we can find each other once more.
I hope it's what we're both searching for.
I'll take my sword, cross my heart, and swear an oath.
I hope you'll do the same, so let's cross our swords.
Let's walk to a distant future, and I'll hope our stories get told.
Even if separate, maybe the same.
Our stories will someday cross paths once more, and the mystery to this sadistic twist will be unveiled still covered in mist.
Sometimes I walk into the ocean, wandering and staring to sea.
Sometimes I stroll through the forest, hoping one day, I'll accidentally bump into you.
At the end of the road, a golden light shines down.
What could it be? Maybe it's our hope shining down on us.
So, I'll follow you best I can, and hope in turn you follow me across the land.

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