Maps

• Posted by: William Troup
• Created: April 15, 2016
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Down from airy mountains 
  Soon to be lost at sea,
Crossing an ocean of endless chimes
  Gentle as it can be;
Muddled with the rusty thoughts
  A mind is slowly lost;
Alas, there's the rocky shore
  Now maps behind are crossed.
Gentle is the nighttime dream
  We finally made it home,
Now addled paths belong in dust
  Where dreams will always roam;
Morning comes with brimming light
  As highways open wide;
A chance to journey beyond the sun
  We smile back with pride.
But hunting parties try again
  As urges succumb to pleas,
The world is calling beyond the dreams
  As lessons are lost at sea;
But slowly the money is tightly gripped
  The light is shining through;
The chance to go beyond the shore
  Capers in our madness shoes.
Leave the store and slip away
  We smile back with pride.
  Sleep!

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