269 (13.04.2015)

They wrote him sonnets based on being brave
And not letting those: "No, no!"s grind you down
And working out the best way he could save
Himself the wrinkles of a worried frown.
So he packed up and then was on his way
Just watching as the wind filled up those sails
Tomorrow is a brighter, lighter day
It's only he who resists change that fails.
The wideness of the earth it waits for us
We never told the rest to stand and wait,
If they think it's okay, don't make a fuss,
Most people don't know why, they just stagnate.
There's little point in sitting hanging on,
I'm here right now, but in my head I'm gone.

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