Hiding In the Shadows
I tend to think that the past holds a lot
A pure love, an innocent love, a fresh love, a hopeful love. ..
The drums beat as the heart grows older
The heat rises as the mind fills up
Sometimes
With wishes, regrets, lessons, traumas, hopes...
I tend to wonder why dreams exist
Is it to remind, to imprison, to enslave, to scare, to imagine, ...to hope
Sometimes what's lurking in the shadows holds the key
Sometimes it has the secret ingredient
Sometimes it's the secret ingredient
Moving forward while moving backwards
Is it the true hope?
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