Broken embraces; familiar faces. As we discover those forgotten places. I realize that this is still dear to me drawing me in like a familiar mystery Should I really let fate decide what's meant to be?
They say nothing in life is set in stone I think i'll lead mine across timezones The grass is always greener on the other side and thats the cloak behind which i hide. lock, stock and barrel and a million things in between There is still so much of the world that I have never seen.