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You talk future, you make plans
But in the present, you’re out of my hands
A past so lovely, even fairy tale
But a witchcraft’s magic has stained our way
A miracle kiss once woke me up
But now it’s routinary, I light no more
The most beautiful magic was lost in the way
And left us a gray path to walk as lame pairs
What happened to excitement and impossible games?
What happened with playing and getting our way?
Did rules came to beat us, creativity failed?
Or are we just grown ups who can’t afford to dare?
| I like to think the passion becomes understanding which, though it may seem somewhat estranged to your mind, I feel is more rewarding! I'm not even willing to concede less intense. |
|| Posted on 2012-02-07 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ] |