The like to be warm
The want to be away
The thought to sleep
The need to dream.
Water in a tea cup
Roses in a well
Thorns snapped off a stem
Books you couldn't sell.
Any day now
I could be free
Available and laissez faire
Do anything I dare.
That end is nigh
Then time will fly
The day has sunrise started.
P.S.
It's not you gone
It's not me finished
It's you out of mind
And me just beginning.
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