Gone

Sometimes I wonder about all the things
That I’ve wanted to learn
All those things that I fed to flames
I sat and watched them burn.

Sometimes I walk the shore at night
And I wish they hadn’t gone
The city lures me to its heart
But the waves they never call.

Sometimes I think about the things I’ve done
That I didn’t really like
And I wish I’d been brave enough
To sail into the night.

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