sometimes life is stranger than fiction

Hundred faces
Hundred ideas of what may come
Hungry surface
A hundred fears of what may come
and no plan where it’s from

I see you standing in the room
with nothing but a pale guess
I haven’t seen you in a while
but nothing appears strange
Though underneath it everything has changed

Twohundred eyes
Search for a glimpse of
Feelings that passed away…
Twohundred ears
Hear familiar voices
But they don’t know what to say

We meet again and part again
like one time lasts forever
This time yet belongs to the past
but nothing appears strange
Tonight we ignore everything has changed

Hundred lives
Hundreds of ways for each of us
Hundred lives
Can still remember how it was,
no plan how it will be



8.5.07 14:05

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