That intoxicating moment
when you feel the sea
'neath you feet.
And you can run, leap,
to a better place.
One no longer under anyone's thumb.
Matters of the heart become more complicated
when the days grow dark earlier.
The spider lures in a prey it couldn't catch.
It's up to you to keep silent,
walk away
or come along for the ride.
We head out as the high tide rises
Chasing a moon, always out of reach.
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