Thousands ways
Staying in the restful place
And the idle days
Never feel like days of waste
Nowhen as time, every time fine
Above all I know there is
No deadline
And thoughts on my mind
I left somewhere far behind
Serene days
Waking up to empty plans
Long, calm nights
Basking in the endless holidays
Nowhere to go, nowhere to be
And I believe no one needs
Nothing from me
Questions on my mind
Have already slipped behind
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