My existence, subdued by chaos
My hope and dreams by a waiting for tomorrow
That never shows itself
A tree gazes at me, I look on
Hope they will wash away the illusive past, I stand there
Thinking,
Always thinking, that life is elsewhere
My life, confounded by riddles
My aspiration washed away by dreams
No traces I find
Wind gently pushing me, I stand on
Listening to the whispers of the coming future
Thinking,
Always thinking, that life is elsewhere
My present, consumed by hopelessness
My desires start to ignite a spark
Life wobbles, back in me again
My blurry eyes see the horizon
My hopes and aspiration come alive within me
I shrug,
I know
I know, my life is elsewhere
Somewhere with you, besides me
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