You can hope for the past back and all your perceived glories.
Of only your old habits can you be sure.
Toward the future there´ll be no real sign, just a lonely tree.
Footprints wash away in the rain, find your way back but it´s not with the same eyes you see.
Lights that shone on nights when you felt like a star, you reached your maximum height.
What can you expect but a mixture of tomorrow unlike your foresight.
The string has been cut and to turn back now would be foolish.
You´ll never be truly lost on this round planet, only for the things you wish.
Dawn will help swallow the predictions of yesterday, sweet.
And when you search for the tree, maybe you´ll find a stump and a rock.
It´s just a sign of the times if you´ve courage to face the clock.
Paths that could have taken you places far away.
Now you´ll live in the world that you made, you´ll remain.
You´ll be careful with your dreams and you´ll have to stay.
Hope the sunrise comes in to burn the dust and make you brave.
For your home has become a grave before you´ve even gained a wrinkle.
The same old talk even on this new day, same old songs you still sing.
Seconds laugh while the minutes run by, sleepness nights made up of useless thoughts and uncontrolled sighs.
The way is gone the weather blew it out. Such an abstract idea like ten years from now.
Even if for one glance behind destiny´s curtain was allowed.
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