He thought he was acting weird
For the heart was not joy when he saw it
Not excitement
But it was trembling
A battle to make his choice
He thought it was just a feeling
As always, only longer
How he wanted to run up
and say how he feels
But the fear of departure was still in his heart
Reminding him the suffering he had went through
Like a forlorn sloop
Floating in the middle of night
Lost, but with only a pitiful light of the moon
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