Anchors Away

Often we grow bitter and angry with the fact the bite of more than we can chew. This basically is how i felt, feel, about the decisions ive made in my life so far.

30 days,

Lost at sea.

30 days,

Set me free.

Home,

Just ain't what it used to be.

Tried to run,

With an anchor to my feet,

I was pulled back to shore.

The tide,

Lapped waves upon my face,

Should've accepted that cold embrace.

The fire in my eyes,

Couldn't thaw the ice on my heart.

Said it wouldn't happen again,

But it did,

It always does.

Perhaps I am fated to be jaded.

Unfortunately I don't believe in fate,

I don't know what I believe,

Or maybe I don't to believe what I already know.

30 days,

lost at sea.

Thought it set me free,

Must have forgotten about reality.

Washed up on shore,

Marooned and broken.

Now I am taken wherever the sea wants me..

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[alexaandraaa]

Awesome! I totally relate to this.