The Trip

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I am sailing my ship
From the fountain of youth
I had my last sip
And sought for my muse
Unguided by tips
To win is to lose
The roles have been flipped
I've forgotten my shoes
At the start of my trip
I've been abused and accused
And there's blood on my lip
The knot is too loose
But I'm tightening my grip
No sign for a truce
You're caught in the web
You can feel your leg moves
And a load on your ribs
I don't want what I can't choose
But a beat of my heart skips
As I hear you talk so smooth
As I see you sway your hips
You were searching for your clothes
Those of which you had stripped
You went looking through my drawers
You picked them and then you left
I've wandered around the stores
Out of sight you have slipped
From your garden I picked a rose
And I planned my next step
My eyes are on the truth
And the lies,
I have kept.

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