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the memories
the past
they're flying away like sand in the wind
i have nothing to hold onto
nothing to call my own
nothing to be redeemed by
nothing to be redeemed for
every day just passes without a wonder
of what it means to be alive.
waiting up for the sun just to sleep it away gives you nothing
except an overcrowded and overwhelmed handful of forgettable dreams

the faint smirk on your face,
the human in you shines through your eyes
lately its as if the shine is just a reflection
light bouncing off the plastic barrier between depth and shallow.
i once remember feeling like i knew you
or would have a chance to
that maybe there could have been some unforgettable dreams shared
between you and i.
the capitalization of gratification keeps crawling without a panting cease.

maybe its alright that i can sit in my sulking and just think
i've learned to ask the hard questions about myself
and about others secretly.
maybe someday the rain will take a break and let some flowers bloom.
the tears collect in my eyes and are close to breaking seam
but you shouldn't know.
you shouldn't care.
maybe its a good thing i wont have you around.
maybe i can develop and learn to fly without the chain of memories locking my ankles.
the uncertainty surely doesnt help the path
the indecisiveness fogs the looking glass
the lies just pile upon the truth like compost
the danger waiting is enough to kill the unstable...

hope doesn't provide half as much progress as action does.

Description
the memories
the past
they're flying away like sand in the wind
i have nothing to hold onto
nothing to call my own
nothing to be redeemed by
nothing to be redeemed for
every day just passes without a wonder
of what it means to be alive.
waiting up for the sun just to sleep it away gives you nothing
except an overcrowded and overwhelmed handful of forgettable dreams

the faint smirk on your face,
the human in you shines through your eyes
lately its as if the shine is just a reflection
light bouncing off the plastic barrier between depth and shallow.
i once remember feeling like i knew you
or would have a chance to
that maybe there could have been some unforgettable dreams shared
between you and i.
the capitalization of gratification keeps crawling without a panting cease.

maybe its alright that i can sit in my sulking and just think
i've learned to ask the hard questions about myself
and about others secretly.
maybe someday the rain will take a break and let some flowers bloom.
the tears collect in my eyes and are close to breaking seam
but you shouldn't know.
you shouldn't care.
maybe its a good thing i wont have you around.
maybe i can develop and learn to fly without the chain of memories locking my ankles.
the uncertainty surely doesnt help the path
the indecisiveness fogs the looking glass
the lies just pile upon the truth like compost
the danger waiting is enough to kill the unstable...

hope doesn't provide half as much progress as action does.