Vision of the age
It's a hole new world for me, but it exactly the one that i knowPermanently changing, like a rush of lights, more and more
I realise that taking an advantage on my own makes it better
But at the same time something becomes more reachable,
More dissireable, makes me wanna touch it, and feel it on my side
It's just probably an uncommon truth, that i haven't seen it before, but perfaps something more intresting then what is there else
Don't know if there's a way o express the loneliness but is just a voice in my head, that tells the details of everlasting moments, that at the same time makes me see between reachable and far from easy,
Usually, breathing easy the better side of a new day, makes me realise the importance of the personality and a difference between exagerating, and sometimes a thing that pleases my heart, just like a smile that doesn't seem missproper to someone else, arround me..and is more agreable then just standing and seems unintrested, like a room in dark waiting for flashes of rays from the sunrise, in a cold morning.
Trying to reach as high as possible in a day's hours, i come to understand the importance of concentration, and is a thing that keeps me awake for many hungry night's hours, into a state of soul searchness, of something reliable, or just a moment of special appartness, from diffrences of normality that sometimes surround me and can't get out of, like the ray, like the rain, like the wind, like the cold...one night far away, into the rise of forgiveness, searching and still wonderring, if it's any sense to all the importance of a song that's whisperring the same lines but in a different contrast, seems to make the conection between then and now, and somehow dissapointed of my own progress, i come to realise that it doesn't matter, because there's other things to keep my head at, and if there's really a strong conection between what i thought and what i believe in the touch of syncronise between these thoughts are really made by themselves, and it's a better picture to clear my head from faillure.
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