A grey dark dreary morning
The start of another week
I hear the familiar sound of rain
Smell the faint petrichor
My mind and body longing for more sleep
Light filters in through my windows
I watch the dust dance in it's rays
I hope and wish for many things
Love, adventure, the future I dream of
My heart aches
Yearning for change
Wanderlust fills my soul
Alas, I must move on
Time will slip away
if I do not embrace it.
My dreams will have to wait.
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