Whatever exists today,
Is history for tomorrow.
Life that has been lived our way,
Should be remembered without any sorrow.
Feeling that once flew high,
Have been captured and imprisoned in our mind.
Life that we have lived,
Life that we hope to live,
It's an illusion of thyself.
It's a pool of water,
It shimmers and shines with the ripples as they whine,
And finally disappear into the blue,
How very few, understood and knew.
Is history for tomorrow.
Life that has been lived our way,
Should be remembered without any sorrow.
Feeling that once flew high,
Have been captured and imprisoned in our mind.
Life that we have lived,
Life that we hope to live,
It's an illusion of thyself.
It's a pool of water,
It shimmers and shines with the ripples as they whine,
And finally disappear into the blue,
How very few, understood and knew.
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