Cursed Shore

A quiet life,
An easy day,
A random job
With average pay.

Is this called living,
Or is it a waste?
Will my one life
Be led astray?

I asked the stars,
“When can we meet?”
They simply said,
“Just follow me.”

But they’re too high,
And I can’t reach.
The closest I’ve got
Is on this plain beach.

Yet I don’t like the sand,
I don’t like this plan,
For others are here,
Content where they stand.

But in their dull eyes
I see that starlight —
Full of hope and dreams,
Yet shadowed by blight.

I fear this cursed shore
Will get the best of me,
Unless I run far,
Far from this empty sea.

There must be a place,
Some forgotten distant peak,
Where I’ll reach the stars at last —
Unless they lied to me.

But will I be happy,
And will I be free,
On top of that mountain
Where you’ll find me?

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