It was callow then and it’s mature now,
It’s like a song I want to hear again and dedicate again to someone,
I was caught in the memories but now I am out of them,
Just to get trapped in the new.
Is it going to be the same way?
Profound, yet incomplete,
Irresistible, yet restrained,
Refreshing, yet afflictive.
I thought through the dawn to the dusk,
Through the darkness to the light,
And through my heart to my mind,
Birds in the cage do not dream of clouds!
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