a moving train, stops often, hop on and off, some i'll meet and never see again
havent i changed a lot? but i guess wont remember much
full of thoughts or free of em, thats where the beauty of our mind is...travels thro none
how still can someone stand in a stream?
what have i seen? would i see again? ahead of me lies much..
perhaps its not only a dream
hope to be ,to be?
rmx xia
whatever it is take care of yourself