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Some advice for my younger self |
| Flamenco Sunset Horizon points will vanish The journey goes so fast With flamenco moons so Spanish Strumming in the past Thrumming through the night sky That wild shooting star A siesta at the right time Exotic, dreamed afar We learn to rest at exits, to follow the right beats Trust the way our heart sits, as minds take a back seat For the journey is a long one Yet over far too quick Regrets can make the soul run To places where it sticks Mired in the shadows, in the doubts… what could have been? Bound up in the narrows Lost in what it’s seen Viewed but not enacted A narrator to its play Repelled from things attracted… Let the nature hold its sway Cause this road, it is a long one, on a Spanish wind its blown We’re all strangers ‘neath the same sun … Why journey it alone? |