Thoughts in the shadows by Peter Fogarty

i m sitting here
like thoughts in the shadows
the sound of the wind
reminds me of you
nowhere to go
and no way to get there
in the end
its all for you
restless like water
time moves in circles
your footsteps surround me
i go out to see
night moves to greet me
my skin starts to crawl
the choices we make
seem so removed
i turn up my collar
to keep out the cold
your memory is here
keeping me warm
times in the distance
moving so fast
the distance between us
how long will it last
once more around
this time its real
my breath is like fog
i step to the wind
cut to the core
this icy cold wind
where are we going
this feels like the end
this is the end
Im going to be free
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