Passengers

When we were young, somebody’s love,

following the long road home, beautiful birds

to ignore the fool’s gold view.

When we are as old as the sea, 

somebody’s wave

to flow and ebb across their sand

to implore the fool’s gold view–

why do you ignore what you see?

This draft was written with song titles  from Passenger’s album Young as the Morning, Old as the Sea

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