The turn of the tide

18 juni 2004

The good times are waning, disappearing
like footprints in the sand at the turn of the tide
How long have I been trapped in this bubble of solitude?
Was it ever any good? Was it just imagination?
Are the good times I try to remember just what I wish to be true?
The good times are gone, wether they existed or not
They have been erased
like footprints in the sand at the turn of the tide

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