who was that
I barely made eye contact
like ships in the night
passing without glancing
sails sipping salty breeze
Who was that
with the single bravado
with the singular motto
waiting to hit
the impossible lotto
I cant seem to make out that man
the boy I used to be
years have seperated
ignorant him
from wiser me
Passing without glancing
sails sipping salty breeze.
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