I'm in my room

playing with my old toys,

like I haven't bloomed,

like I'm still a young boy.

Remembering what came before,

before I won't have to know anymore.

On the 24th, I'll sail away,

pack my personality and get ready to stay

at a brand new place,

where I'll see brand new faces,

I bet I'll feel so great

after being displaced,

living life my way.

All day, every day.

Stack the shelves with colours,

actually try and make friends for once in my life.

Stuff my face with American crullers,

go out and enjoy my new life.

Today, I give myself permission to revert back to a child.

Just one last time, before I pack that child up and take him with me.

Running, free, outgoing and wild,

unfiltered yet still trapped I'll be.

Being another version of me.

I'll wait, yes, I'll see,

who I'll become,

but first I'll have to be

a sailer at sea.

Oh watery,

misery,

melancholy

happy,

honey,

mystery.

Waiting in the future,

waiting for me,

to fill its mould, suture

weaving a smile, silly.

Fate destined,

divine destiny.

Dopamine dream,

crescent moon beam.

It'll be worth it,

this path,

so bless don't curse it,

no wrath,

only anticipation, excitement!

Celebration, imagination,

never sabotaging incitement!

Go, with them, and sail away,

far, far away from this place.

Go, see a new face

or two, go, away, away!

But don't lose your childhood dreams, don't lose yourself.

Sail to and fro, by myself,

over waves moved by the moon,

at dawn, dusk and at noon.

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