One often meets his destiny on the road he takes to avoid it.
All the nights reflecting in our chance connecting
help me find the meaning in the life I had with you.
And you might just be a shiny thing, but you are the shiny thing I am pursuing.
And then you take my breath.
I say “hey, I need that to get back to the top.”
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map