(from '98)
Happiness,
so hard to come by
so easily shattered
shards of glass
on the floor
blood from a wound
Will it ever heal?
The past mirrored
for never-more
life begins anew
until we catch a reflection
in shards of the past
running in circles
Past or future?
Forward or backward?
What is right
What is wrong
No room for regrets
Room for hope?
Room for dreams?
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