While time ticks by unnoticed
I contemplate a future
Without confusion lurking at every turn
Without a scatter of choices left unmade
But it is a puzzle I cannot solve; not yet
Until I connect the dots of the past
Radio chain
As music creeps into my mind
And the calm sun dances in the newly awoken sky
The sea calls me to come and play
As the waves lick my bare toes
And soft white foam smothers golden sand
The birds swoop through clouds
while they pilot uncharted skies
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