The Tempest increases,
Seeing less SF faces...
People settle in- building our own castles...
Hustling, bustling, no destination on the charts,
No golden ticket in sight...
Enjoying fair skys/stormy weather.
Always looking for the next thing,
Bigger, better...
Don't slow down/lose that frown...
Love for everyone, love for no one...
All there is is rest, at the end.
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