Have you ever saw people become consumed by the world. Broken and beaten down so much you can barley recognize them? Like they were once someone else even though they are the same person? The same ones who would rather help themselves or die trying? The ones you can't help but to feel a little sad? The same ones you use call friend?
Have you ever wondered where the years went? When did they begin to fall? Where you there, did you walk away, or did they? Or did you both take a walk one day and divide at a crossroads, meaning to join at the next intersection but so caught up in the music playing you missed each other? And Can two total strangers connect all over again?
Did you ever just want to get in your car and ride? I into you were too tired to keep going? Until you found somewhere new? And did every new place feel the same just with new faces? Or are new places filled with new dreams?
If dreams come true why do we sleep them away? Are we just too exhausted to participate in our own lives or is sleeping easier than trying?
I think we all have rose-colored glasses, it is just only some who can stand to get pricked by the thorns long enough to file them down. I believe the pain is worth the trade though. Smiling is better than hanging your entire life over.
Sincerely your fan,
Brittani
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