Why do we hope and dreamin the middle of the most unbearable experiences...
Life hurts, leaving scars dividing us from our own past.
Memories fade but remain hidden underneath,
waiting to be unleashed at the moment of weakness
when pictures will be so sharply vivid, so painful to touch.
And still... this unexplained need to go back
and look at the long lost realities persists.
Life is an insane run, desperate, breathless
with almost no time to stop and look back...
or notice those who fell behind.
With the wind in the ears, blinding sun,
and burning in the flames of autumn maple leaves.