So you see,
I have been in a time wrap.
Living in the past and the present,
here, and there. Everywhere.
So I always see the world
through someone else's eyes.
And its beautiful.
But someday, I'll get out of this sick old town.
Colour my hair a pastel grey
And be a stranger to myself
In a strange city.
Someday, I will live my own time.
Someday, I will be free.
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Opus
Poetrya lonely Saturday conversation on the wrong side of the yellow bedroom curtains. ... || Wattys Winner 2018 ||
