My early years were lost in thought
time stole the life that I once sought.
I ventured so far in my head
without taking a single step.
I used to sleep the night away
and keep dreaming throughout the day.
Now I lay awake in this bed
my clothes are packed my dreams are dead.
My mind has done its wandering
its time to let my feet go
My heart has stored its dreams up
its time to let the blood flow
No more drifting towards the sand
The tide has washed me in to land.
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