Behind these walls that bury me
Something is taking hold
The desire of the moon
And the sun that chase their own
Each swallowing the last
I remember the nights
Spent alone
And days that were left to wonder
In my dreams the colors shone
Growning brighter and brighter
Echoing forward ahead
It's funny how the days go on
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Nice one! These days just run away with themselves now we are no longer children.
You are right about that
Each day follows another and there are many of them to enjoy.
Yes there are. Thank you for the comment
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