Holding a dream in my fist,
Staring at the misty past
and forcing myself not to see the future
eager to unfold itself too fast,
I wave at the nostalgic strains
still beckoning and faintly alive,
How I wish I could dive
back into the pools of the past,
To have my moments last
at a place that held me in its cradle soft,
That pious embrace which still holds me aloft!
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