Think of me as a spark of inspiration
One that dared to leave
One that thought to think different
One that does not appear as she seems
For what is this thing called reality?
For what use is there to philosophize and romanticize
This is the life we've been given
The real question to ponder is:
How can we thread Hope back into our story lines?
For Faith is fickle and can slip every now and then
Love comes and goes just like the wind
However, we remain ourselves for eternity
We write the lyrics to the songs we sing
We shape the memories that we remember
Life is simply funny
For half of it feels like a dream
One that dared to leave
One that thought to think different
One that does not appear as she seems
For what is this thing called reality?
For what use is there to philosophize and romanticize
This is the life we've been given
The real question to ponder is:
How can we thread Hope back into our story lines?
For Faith is fickle and can slip every now and then
Love comes and goes just like the wind
However, we remain ourselves for eternity
We write the lyrics to the songs we sing
We shape the memories that we remember
Life is simply funny
For half of it feels like a dream
- Author Unknown -
