on on and on we go
walking in our own paths
waiting for the perfect moment when we reunite again
known to none when and where
so we all breath on ─ we
our determination and our wait
as a fake feeling of happiness surrounds us
pieces of love
bags of wishes
scattered along with a burden of unsatisfied wishes
and traumas of haunted daydreams
the never wanted tears come out
washing out the carcasses of happiness before us
Our never-ending stroll continues along our own paths flowing apart
with a fake hope of a destined reunion somewhere in time