Friday, May 10, 2013


Hope in all its forms is false,
the memory determines, but
the more you think, the less
you really know.
Hope is such a tricky thing
to hope to understand and if
you think you’ve got it right
then you should go.

But the path is always empty
and it leads into the sun.

Hope in all its forms determines
what you will remember and
the more I think about it,
you should know
that it burns you from the inside
out into the loss of air. You know,
nostalgia’s got a
futuristic glow.

But the path is always empty
and it leads into the sun.

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