THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS
LAURA'S GARDENS
( . o O DANCING ON THE WINGS OF FANTASY O o . )
...THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE...
THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS
LAURA'S GARDENS
( . o O DANCING ON THE WINGS OF FANTASY O o . )
and she reminded me of when I was serious
when I knew what I wanted and did all I could
to live my ideals and make my dreams come true
and she reminded me of when I was mysterious
living securely in comfort and ease so that
I didn't have to explain every this I do
during days not dependant on others
life is so much easier to live
no swords to cross or rules to follow
no obligations to give
during times not on trial by others
when approval meant nothing was won
losing touch with one's self was a choice
there was no need to run
so the run become fun
and she reminded me
of the time before
I fell in love
there was no war
and being me
was all I lived for
now I'm waivering
now I'm not sure
and she reminded me
was that too cruel
ignorant bliss
befits a fool
and losing me
is what I do now
I might return
if I know how
no where to run
nowhere to hide
everyone sees
nothing inside
what good is gold
or all the pride
when we're just shells
out for a ride
just empty shells
would have liked to have known you
but I have already died
but she reminded me of when I was serious
does that mean I am still alive and how could I
be when I am so lost inside in apathy
but she reminded me of a time I was mysterious
and what am I now that nobody knows me maybe
the only difference is what I think and see
the attitude
the perspective
the package is the same
the mystery's intact
and I only have myself to blame
for leaving the game
so during days not dependant on others
life is so much easier to live
no swords to cross or rules to follow
no obligations to give
and during times not on trial by others
when approval meant nothing was won
losing touch with one's self was a choice
there was no need to run
so the run become fun
but she reminded me...
Serious
(She Reminded Me)
Ric Candor ©2000
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