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I was just 16, running fields of endless dreams.
Runs a million miles.
There’s no end to the earth, when dreams are birthed.
I couldn’t see.
I was just 21, living life under the sun.
Leaving this old town.
But tomorrow doesn’t come when you’re blinded by the sun.
Can’t see passed today,
Running fast, as I may.
I was just 25, when the plane crashed in the sky.
All my dreams shattered -
Everything that mattered.
No longer a youth, I saw in that sky, truth.
Perhaps when running, I crashed.
Perhaps this was the aftermath.
I was just 28, remembering endless dreams, before fate –
Crashed into me,
Youth is fragile, you see.
Everything changes, when you’re running aimless,
Through fields of endless dreams,
Can’t see reality and things.
Just yesterday, it was a sunny day in May.
Funny, it seems,
I was just 16.