I don’t remember
Was it real life or a dream?
Looked back; I was gone
I don’t remember
Was it real life or a dream?
Looked back; I was gone
She sat on a bench in the park when I passed her and I said
Who are you waiting for and she said
He’ll come
He’ll come and I left and I came back and she was still there
He’ll come
Do the see the world as a poem
Do you see it like I do?
Do the words slip through your fingers
Do they slip before you can open your eyes?
Do they slip like I did
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