Are we high up above or still below?
I imagine us happy but uninspired
We remember the show that never stole
I am breathless by visions but now in mind
"Not enough" is the motto as well as curse
Which can hardly be altered in pace of life
Although recently polished and reinforced
My defences are likely to not survive
The reluctance to leave the abandoned hope
Burns so violently shoulders with starry sky
I was given the tightest of all your ropes
To hold on to but managed to wave "goodbye"
Letting go is as hard as preserving time
For the things that are not gonna happen. Still
Let the memories never to leave my side
Our past.. it is simply to never be.