3.To Nowhere Down
To the way things might have been
To roads that never end
Why do we all pretend？
Through a pane of colored glass
I watch as chances pass
Knowing they won't last
So why's the road become so narrow？
Maybe i'm a broken arrow
Falling slightly down to nowhere
Take me now if only somewhere
In a sky of scattered blues
I watch them break in two
The way i used to do
From a sea of wasted rhyme
I ask myself sometimes
Are any thoughts really mine？
To nowhere down
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