Fresh not frozen
Best answer not chosen
By me

Eyes old for hour on ins
When I needed a way out
Of fear

Moored to death
With a voice of choice choices
Today I rose and chose
Two knot sea to sail on

As whens and hows stood before me
Which wheres and whats
Would put a shore lee
Giving me credit
To ship freely and move

Past mystical misses
Full of dressed to kill kisses
Over bridges, these muddled orders
Rang knells in my heads

Deported to islands
Eye reported through my pens
A forecast of rough whethers
With a dance of partly cloudy daze
These hot airs cold front me again
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I appreciate you all