We grew up together then we drifted apart.
We went down our own roads, but they're still in my heart.
As kids in school we saw each other everyday.
When graduation came we all went a separate way.
Where we ended up was nothing like we planned.
Because growing up we thought we had the world in our hands.
I reminisce those days because I don't see them today.
If we had another chance it wouldn't have been this way.
Life throws curves, I guess thats how it goes.
But they're still in my heart as our distance grows.
The memories we shared are all in the past.
Little did I know those memories would last.
That was back then, now I'm thirty years old.
I'm now just letting go in a world that can be cold.
In search of greatness,we reclined in this forest_
In a world holding many lives,
Playing green with wet land.
We refuse the other world
Stretching one's legs on a couch
Squatting before this, robbing shells with kernel oil:
A world of mother hen
Tapping earthworm from dry land;
A world of stony path,
grey hair on fresh born;
On fresh born;
Of withered flowers and of ashes,
Of polar region in winter...
A galleon has brought wild berries from the sea:
That leaves the mind with sepsis.
We in gallantry and in enameled gait
Have taken a handful for washing mouth
And another to prove our higher birth,
Having the sun in our bosom
Days have past, boils are broken,
Leaving us in a stuck,
And the serum from the doom
Remind us of where we missed the footwalk.
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