The bridges to my past
are all burned.
But now back to those bridges
is where I've turned.
It's too hard
to look back on the past.
on all the things
I thought would last.
When I burned those bridges
I was so proud.
But now I can't return,
it's like chasing a cloud.
Chasing you,
chasing dream,
chasing a cloud.
Escaping me.
I get closer
to the memories of you,
until you fade away,
into the sky's endless blue.
Always a little
out of reach.
Chasing after love,
escaping me.
 
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