There are moments in our life where we would push ourselves, rather than slowing down anywhere. Rather than being confined within what can be achieved, we are more interested to learn how far we would go. In the last few months and through many of my weekend writings I see this part of me pour out, part of me which differentiates this reality I relate to and write about. We are all haunted by our own limitations, we are often scared of the things we can and cannot say when we need to. And sometimes we are tempted just a little bit to know how far we would go to find that extraordinary ourselves within small moments of realization. It maybe that those who have been saddened and broken beyond repair will someday find a way to fix things, and some who have wandered , who have been lost will simply start drawing maps back home. Whatever be the case I wish the spirit would keep pushing us just not knowing "how far"
How far
How far would it go my heart my soul?
How far would you travel before the evening is young again; as the day grows old?
We are tea cups on shelves we have been sipped as time flies by,
And held the warmth of a company or the last cup of tea inside
Old friendships are like pages of a classic we read everyday to ourselves,
We familiarize our favorite quotes, and in the phrases we some days dwell
We are like points on a map , we have been linked somehow only in our mind,
We are end markers, we are symbols that we once knew how to read, we are legends no one can find.
How far must the yearning go, before you make something reality?
Before everything that must turn inside out, is still locked away in your head, as a mystery.
We have all written letters in time, and we have kept away from posting letters still,
Filled our boxes with postage stamps, and ink pen I hated to refill
How far would the lover go, would the love travel just as far?
We are all looking for guarantees, we are looking for happy endings before we even start
You may choose to be lenient just for while, you may choose for once to overlook what you are,
You may choose to be brave and face whatever comes, choose to just go and not question "how far"
How far
How far would it go my heart my soul?
How far would you travel before the evening is young again; as the day grows old?
We are tea cups on shelves we have been sipped as time flies by,
And held the warmth of a company or the last cup of tea inside
Old friendships are like pages of a classic we read everyday to ourselves,
We familiarize our favorite quotes, and in the phrases we some days dwell
We are like points on a map , we have been linked somehow only in our mind,
We are end markers, we are symbols that we once knew how to read, we are legends no one can find.
How far must the yearning go, before you make something reality?
Before everything that must turn inside out, is still locked away in your head, as a mystery.
We have all written letters in time, and we have kept away from posting letters still,
Filled our boxes with postage stamps, and ink pen I hated to refill
How far would the lover go, would the love travel just as far?
We are all looking for guarantees, we are looking for happy endings before we even start
You may choose to be lenient just for while, you may choose for once to overlook what you are,
You may choose to be brave and face whatever comes, choose to just go and not question "how far"
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