When the afternoon sun doth shine. Strange thoughts, they course through my mind. Thoughts of her, thoughts of love, thoughts of happiness unbind. Thoughts that free me from the burdens that have beset me. All these years down the line. Thoughts of love they shine. Only to be frozen under the gaze, of experience's hateful sight. Telling me it's not right, the logic tells u it does not exist. The path that burns so bright, is a path that will lead u to an eternal plight. A plight of never knowing what u search for, a plight of distant might, ever felt but never grasped. The hopeful may still divide. Into believers and nought. But the gaze of the beast of experience. Solemnly tells u otherwise. But the young buck that is hope, quails at his sight. And shows him the finger of defiance, and thinks the world should let life decide, what is not, and what is right. To the future we ride.
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