Memories forgotten
and the echoes of the changing times
opening like flowers
hidden shapes along my path.
The landscape stays the same
with every building I’m passing by
stuck in shapes now lost in time
almost like a game…
The weariness of my nerves
the alluring sound of my goodbye
I’m lost in my remembrance
within my dreams and my past.
I move across the darkness
my feet they barely touch the ground
I’m the Herod of my silence
now I know at last…
No clouds on the horizon
so far only peace before my eyes
I must go on and keep on trying
to make some sense of these strange times.
Clouds and cherry blossons
the songs of rivers full of life
these memories are fading
they’re left behind where they won’t last.
I look beyond today
and I still find traces of my past
I am coming down my mountain
the spring will come at last…
No clouds on the horizon
I must leave this desert far behind
I must go on
try to follow the geometries of nature’s mind.
No clouds on the horizon
my hope is blooming in my eyes
I’m sure it will all pass
I’m sure one day the rain will come…
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