Well, I no longer know what to do with my life, seems like I'm on a raft floating in the ocean. Don't know where I'm heading, don't know if I will live long enough to see the shore. But, as for now, I'm still trying to get some wind into my tiny little sail. And hope that the currents help me back to safety.I Wish things could be different. But will someone listen?
Night moonlight, shadows meadow.
Out of touch, out of luck.
Sing a song for the ravens.
They invite you to heaven.
Forever enslaved in their might
Never give you spite.
-Jezz
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I'm thinking of dear friend, you need to find a shore to rest on for a while. Talk to you soon, I hope.
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