How I feel now... |
What is essence where is presence just a flick of time and memories are gone. What are memories what are my possibilities lost in my mind no where to be gone. And like a castle on the sand, my dreams are washed away. Like water slipping my hand, so goes my life as they say. But I'm holding on divinity, that is when the world, turned thirty. From boy to a man, still many things to understand, wondering and sighing, is this what life is about? And life sounds still, an image of my past will, gliding hopes, into a sea of eternity. And like a castle on the sand, my dreams are washed away. Like water slipping my hand, so goes my life as they say. But I'm holding on divinity, that is when the world, turned thirty. But I'll keep this head up, with a pride not to stop, and this is who I am, simply, a proud man. And like a castle on the sand, my dreams are washed away. Like water slipping my hand, so goes my life as they say. But I'm holding on divinity, that is when the world, turned thirty. |