Why do we tend to long for those
Those when we had,we didn't
But when we lost,our mournings rose
Asking back what would never return
For our lives seem to be long when unconcious
But in face with death,they tend to be short
Short enough not to have done what has to be
And in ferocious circles we go
Old leaves with new coming in
Knowing that I,for my own ego and selfishness
Ask for one chance,one to see you in my own eyes
With the knowledge that you never will breathe again
While the whole world search for treasure and glory
I search for you,with hope to see in someone I meet
