I thought I could easily find you,
Mild springs of this youth screamed again,
To continue, or to stop hoping, forever.
I dream of you, I easily dream of you,
And I know, you are nothing I knew before.
Soothing, your voice is leading me.
Through these decades of my youth,
And easily, oh how vividly easily,
I am losing you.
Walking or running, I dream of you.
How easily your eyes are alive in here.
To show me places I never saw
Stumbling,
But still,
Searching you.
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 4:47 AM UTC
I thought I could easily find you,
Mild springs of this youth screamed again,
To continue, or to stop hoping, forever.
I dream of you, I easily dream of you,
And I know, you are nothing I knew before.
Soothing, your voice is leading me.
Through these decades of my youth,
And easily, oh how vividly easily,
I am losing you.
Walking or running, I dream of you.
How easily your eyes are alive in here.
To show me places I never saw
Stumbling,
But still,
Searching you.
