To move off of this tack,
If I want to get to where I'm going,
I should duck and run back,
Not to where I was, but where I belong,
One never knows one's heart,
Until they leave the nest and understand,
That there's a world of which they're not a part,
Where people see thinks in different ways,
A truth best not forgot,
A symptom of the third wave of humans,
But the last wave it's not.
What will come next,
I'll have to think about,
Time's moving so fast it is hard to know,,
When it will be okay to paddle out.
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