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So likewise, it all hinges on this detail...

Let it go, let it flow

One wonders how it all went wrong…

Can you see yourself from the shadows, in the place you’ve been hiding there,

Saw feathered skies through children’s eyes

As a lad I’d sit and wonder...

Tried building castles but it seems to be, the waves take them down every time.

It feels like it does when you’re just waking up...

Don’t ever think it’s more complex than this...

For I am old enough to know...