| The promise of the future in your eyes makes me not be able to grab your present. Builds a wall. I've been looking for a key. A magic password or something like that. To cross that wall into the realm where reason must meet intuition. Future must meet present. Where emotion can be touched. Cross into the realm of you. I run because I only know to grab the promise of a future while letting the present slip away, tragically sweeping you away with it. So until I learn better, I run. Until I know better, I turn. Don't want to stand there holding an empty promise, when everything that's real has passed right by me. In the end, what is future without present? What is future if not present? . |
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