Highwayman

At least we’re here, all the mountain roads, and ocean voyages, the hidden paths, the dangerous roads and highways, at least we’re here, fate and truth hold us up, I don’t know what’s on the horizon, but my heart has always ached for journeys, long roads, and hardship, I love rest, but chains hold me down, I am wicked, the ocean waves still flow, the grand line extends ahead, and I'm still following it, are there jokes, amongst the architecture, the tide and the flow, watch out below.

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Pirate

Push and pull of the ocean waves, if only we could all fall in love, you’re late, our dreams, their echoes, all put onto the page, encased in fiction, when it was alive, it was quite thrilling, but all this treasure, I left it there on the last island, it’s a grand path, that great line, will it let you in?