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What Does it Call For Tomorrow?

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The ocean called out for me today
it’s salt carried to my lips by a piercing wind
a message kept from a childhood forgotten

Why have you become such a foolish man?
Who robs himself of what truly matters
only to turn it once again into something made old and no more

You used to smile in the rain
run with the wind at your back
shouting as it howled straight to your face

You would lay on starry nights with cheeks so red
and snowballed mittens
without one care
begging the winter eve to stay forever

As that final breeze chilled away in goodbye
I was left still dazed

from those days, those yesterdays
longing to know…

what does it call for tomorrow?

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