The flurry of days flying by
Hours swifter than a river
Catching moments like butterflies
What's real now, what's a lie?
Just shadows...
And there's nothing but
Hazy recollections cut
Recall and you might see
Clearly? I don't think you could be
Nothing but shadows...
Our past, our present
Dreams blur into reality
Dejavu, a sentimentality?
Or a cycle, a memory.
The past. The present. Everything.
All nothing but a shadow...
