Do you remember?
When we were young and chased
our lives away?
Across this field of sunflowers
I walk endlessly in search of what is
gone--In search of what cannot be
But each time I return, time has
stopped and here we are again--
running along the bright, yellow dots
flowing in the breeze.
basking in the bright blue sky as it kisses
the earth.
Here we are again--
Chasing. Chasing.
Chasing.
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 8:23 PM UTC
Do you remember?
When we were young and chased
our lives away?
Across this field of sunflowers
I walk endlessly in search of what is
gone--In search of what cannot be
But each time I return, time has
stopped and here we are again--
running along the bright, yellow dots
flowing in the breeze.
basking in the bright blue sky as it kisses
the earth.
Here we are again--
Chasing. Chasing.
Chasing.
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