I want to ride the high wave;
Me drunk on youth, my desires no slave.
I let the desires bloom,
They take me places dark and gloom.
I writhe in pain with shame;
Call my mother, tell her take me home.
She wiped my tears;
I am back home happy with no fear.
Looking back at that dark day,
The wretched high wave that took me away.
Fooled by the smoky illusion,
I pushed my bright tomorrow into exclusion.
I push hard to be better;
A new life matter.
Time to make amends;
A beautiful life with no dirty errands.
I run again;
This time I am not getting on a wrong train.
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