Most of the time I have more questions
than answers. And even those answers,
have more questions than actual thoughts.
than answers. And even those answers,
have more questions than actual thoughts.
They drift in and out, of my ears and I hear
almost everything- Said and unsaid between
the lines we drew and the places we threw
away, our most coveted gift.
almost everything- Said and unsaid between
the lines we drew and the places we threw
away, our most coveted gift.
We draw our dreams
here in this sand,
and the tide is coming in.
here in this sand,
and the tide is coming in.
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