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All this will end
And you’ll forget me,
Not what I’d hoped
But how it will be,
All this will go
Like clouds in Summer
What once was real
Now just a number.
Spent half our lives
In passing cars
Our faces pressed
Against the glass
Down long dark roads
In search of light
Parade ourselves
In colours bold
Or shades of grey
The mirror’s call
A brief sojourn
Along the way
All this will end
And you’ll forget me,
Not what I’d hoped
But how it will be,
All this will go
Like clouds in Summer
What once was real
Now just a number.
Aim for the crash
That shakes us free
A roadside fall
Into the arms
Of someone else
We pray will see
The road like us
And some we’ll leave
Along the way
And some will burn
Like dying stars
And some we’ll wish
Had stayed awhile
© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2020
