candleburn

We know what we are, The roots that we tend to stick to, We are what we believe in, Caught by the breeze of air, the assumption arises Tracing for the corner in order to stick to it, I won't let go, See the difference, What you are, is not enough, The tangible wall of comprehension, Is always there, Thee could see, mere a glimpse of the truth, Not everything that could be seen, is what it is, The branching out sprigs,The unending roots underneath, There's a long way ahead of us Looking for the truth in life, Looking for a reason, the motive To speak up what's is on our mind, Only the actions we make can prove, Prove everyone, that what you're able, Is real and not disguised.

Over the rainbow you can find the magical land. I knew that I can get there; I knew that I was able to achieve my goal, was it so far away? I couldn’t tell. A single person could go through lots of phases in life, he never steps back, but if he does, he does it in order to understand the action he miscomprehend, that single person won't let that single mistake to turn his life backwards. There is this situation that made me feel uncomfortable; I didn’t know what I'm anymore…. I was always looking forward, never stepping back, was I fast forward? It was like living in amusement park, you can take the rollercoaster or the moving swings, and it was not possible for you to figure out what is going to happen? Will you feel happiness or nauseous? It's a black or white situation, and you're the one who defines whether it's black or white. You can be really passionate about something; you also can pass this passion to the ones you love, so they would be able to relate

Groaning looking at the view that is In front of me, There's this feeling like something is missing, There are memories that I may have repressed, As I look at the sun rising, the beautiful dawn, I'm standing mesmerized; I know the pain is gone, Because now I remembered again what was lost I recall the squeaking swings, the long slides, I recall the fall, the yellowish leaves on the ground, I recall the snow, watery and cold, I recall the smells, the pace on the road, The memories I repressed were long lost, The urge to grow is the only thing that has left, When have I lost the kid that was inside? While I was getting my insights of life, Exploring every move, every sign, I was lost in my own made cross road, I chose the trail that was wrong at that time, Now I regret the decision I've made, I needed to try and put myself on hold, Just a bit more there was still time to get to the Lighthouse, but out of fear I ran And never looked back.