Slipping through the fingers of the shadow
Sitting in the moonlight, stargazing
Imagining a life I could never lead
Kissing the lips of a phantom
Feeling so completely twisted
My friends keep insisting
That love is worth discovering
Falling into sleep
I keep seeing the face of an unknown love
Walking along the autumn path
Trying to clear my head
Breathing in the crisp cool air
Staring at the crimson trees
Thinking things through
All the way through into the afternoon
Fighting feelings of insecurity
Slowly fading into obscurity
Living, though half alive
Holding on to hope
Til the sands of time are emptied.
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