Assists Per Game
What today would have been is now Monday
in the middle of June,
and every night I have the same dream
and every day living the same nightmare
Now I see what I would not have been
had I not crossed the sea would have been a sin
as far as the eye could have seen
None except one
matters in the grand scheme of things
as I had done what was needed
Not fun, not sun, not even the wings
of love would come undone
because there was just one thing
amongst so many little things
these lucky islands bring
it is the joy of being
near someone
none just one
who knows who they are
no longer afar
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