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The past gets in your bones, Leaves you lost in the waves, caught in the way the ocean flows Its beckoning whooshing calls, get lost, get lost, get lost In yesterday. Let your mind drift far away. Like a lone sailboat Growing a heart of its own, No longer tied down. Chains cracking, rope snapping, Bonds breaking, To float far, far, away Far enough to reach Yesterday? Or to only keep wandering, Blindly. Listening, Mindlessly. Slowly, Slowly, Becoming. Becoming what? Becoming a seagull in an empty white sky Becoming a lone rock in the middle of the sea Becoming Me? Or just a skeleton with bones of memory? Frozen in the past, Left at the bottom of the sea. To realize in a rush of regret, That being alone is not the same as being free.