I write myself
A memo,
To remember,
Sometimes
I truly do forget
That there was
Ever you,
A song will play
And I'll struggle
Whether I should
Sing along or
Change the track,
Afraid to reminisce
Realizing I regret
Moving on,
Because I let
The winds carry me
And I never resist
The cold currents
Because I am
A rolling stone
Without moss...
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