Just want to get lost.
Be it in the woods or beach.
The days may get old
but I feel the urge to live free
Not that I cannot
I understand I have goals
Life would not wait for it
Some goals are to live more
This heart would never get old
as the beating would remain the same
Alas, the time I am worried about
I don’t want to regret or complain.
So let me disappear in the woods
the beach I will find on my way
I just am here to wander, not ponder
Happy is what I want to stay.
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