everyth...

everything is fleetingone must grab hold of thingsor they will surely disappearOne is truely lucky if they can findthat they are looking forand even more so when they can keep itbut in the end it's all a dreamand in the morning your alone as beforeand all the haze and bubbles in the worldcan't save us from that factthat forever we are aloneand only for a short whilecan we cling to each other in a warm embraceuntill we become afraid and forgetthat witch was wonderful and sweeteverything tender bruses, but will healperhaps then we could try again.