Clouded worlds I could see overhead,
And like dreams, they would float away.
I’d be on this boat, rowing myself into oblivion,
yet nothing would change. It would never end.
I’d be lost at sea, and land was nowhere to be seen.
And I would cry out for help, but there’d be nobody.
Restless was I, upon this nightmarish endeavor,
being held together by tethered memories,
though it seemed like the seams were pulling themselves apart,
so that there’d be a path to my hollowed-out heart.
My memories were falling to the wayside,
like leaves falling from greater heights.
Those memories no longer had any power over me,
and I could live freely—I could create new memories,
and be the person I was destined to be.
I could reach the clouds, and soar higher than ever conceived,
because my memories formed mountains under me,
that lifted me higher than ever before,
and so I realized that I didn’t need to search for distant shores,
when all my worth was right beneath my feet.
All I needed was to plant the seeds of my memories,
wait for time to do the rest, and hope for the very best.
And the best would surely find its nest.
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