It seems what makes us happy
Is what we wanted to have
It seems our present happiness
Has its place in the past
It seems we don’t seek the future
But we regret what it’s gone
And we don’t live the present
Trapped with all these thoughts
We go round and round…
Staying always in the same place
We don’t seem to find a way
To get free from these chains
16th January 2005
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