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You can chase the sun, sail every sea,
Climb every peak you dream to see.
But peace won’t come from outer skies—
It lives within, not where it lies.

Until you calm your inner tide,
No place on Earth will feel like pride.
I asked why love should not return,
Why old flames still can’t seem to burn.
He said, “That path you’ve walked before
Won’t lead you where you’re longing for.

If the same tree appears in view,
It only means you’ve lost what’s true.
Don’t chase the past, don’t lose your way—
New forests wait for you today.”
I'm tired of this Grandpa..
Weighed tons as I walked stuck with it, the glue.
It was dyed blue, I must be well but can anyone cure this chronic flu?
No medicine there to fill that void like affection do.
I want to break the cycle of having no clue,
From this stuck pattern, turning it into geranium from that past navy blue.

— The End —