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In the corner of my living room it sits,
A second-hand sofa, holding weight like mountains,
I sank for far too long into its cushions, lost in dreams of ink,
and staring at mobile phones,
and computer screens.
But now it feels like I have seen far too much of my sofa, and I’m nearing the brink.
and now, Oh, I curse you, my sofa, once my writing sanctuary,
once You kept me close,
and now I have achieved what I wished to achieve with my writing indoors,
now it’s so necessary,
To say goodbye to hard work and tired eyes,
and to say hello to the outdoor life I miss,
Ready to write a story that’s a little more bliss.
because I’ve penned a thousand verses, stumbled on my feet,
But now every line reminds me of this old sofa,
and I wandered through the galaxies in my mind, but I barely stepped outside,
and of the laughter and the faces that know,
and those that I don’t,
oh, how I’ve let them slide.
Oh, I curse you, my sofa, once my sanctuary,
You kept me close, but now it’s so necessary,
To say goodbye to working extremely long hours, and the tiredness, and hello to the life I miss,
And I am ready to write a story that’s a little more bliss.
And It is time to clear the clutter, to break these chains of old,
and I will be chasing after sunsets where the warmth was bold,
and with every creak and groan, I hear freedom’s call,
and I’ll rise above the cushions, and trade this couch for it all.
So here’s to new adventures outside, where I will still let the pages flow,
and with every new adventure,
I can be more sociable.
So, goodbye, old companion,
my old sofa,
it’s time for me to go,
and with every step I take, I’m ready to embrace,
A life beyond the cushions, because there is a world to experience,
and new adventures to chase,
so goodbye sofa,
you served me well,
but soon, you will barely see my face,
you will barely see my face.
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