Saudade


Saudade
Of humid afternoons, and days gone by and nights in cold, 
for what has been and what could have been, 
of days when the morning was bright and the sun would shine,
we would be left in each others arms and let time fly


Beliefs
The existence of a thousand lives before us,
can not change what lies ahead of us,
of what we believe and what we are told,
we will gradually let go of, as we grow old


Temptations
Temptations take  control as we swivel and swirl,
our senses guide us as we lay bare our souls,
beauty, art and music are instruments that strike a chord,
we search for moments of pleasure that make us whole


Destiny
My dream is to let my destiny unfold, and the dream is all mine,
Beautiful eyes which live to tell a tale, have dreams of their own,
Destiny will race us to a path which either entangles us or sets us apart,
We think our inherent nature drives us to a future, but is it really that,
Or does our humble and naive self casually wait for the stars to align
And show us the novel path to our destiny

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