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Getting Lost

Right now, I just wanna get lost.
All these problems tucked away in a box.
From now on, I devote my time
To finding peace of mind.
On this migration to solitude,
I just want isolation 2 b my home.
No one to speak to, no one 2 condone.
No when's?,where's?, or why's?... I wish for a disguise.
No waves upon departure, For I have no time 4 goodbye's.
I want 2 run away, see the light of a
Better day.
& Feel the sunshine of a foreign place.
Because at this moment,
I no longer care 4 time
How the wind it comes & goes, Somehow I wish I could relate...
To disappear as I please & to leave without a trace...

Written by Ryan Jones


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