While I am able to elaborate and enumerate
My words seem stolen from pages forgotten
Lost in time with the rest of humanities great works that well never got read
Left in a lost and never-found box constructed by people who never did quite build it
You see it seems that the never-looked-fors keep getting out and reproducing
The lost time we always wish back or the forgotten stories that never really were that interesting
And the never-shoulda’s keep causing people headaches
Cause we over looked the never-coulda’s
And hey look I have found those questions that never-were-answered
The questions like how many heartbeats can that broken heart pump out?
Or how about Who shoots the shooting stars?
They never met up with the answers they so desired because those questions were never asked
I just found my folder in a section called never-wanted’s
It is full of other people to but I just didn’t really care
Maybe the reason I got thrown into the lost and never found
Was cause well I never really gave a fuck
It is a shame you don’t listen carefully enough to tell when the mood changed
Cause well it just did
And now we just lost time cause you got confused with all these changes
I ended up finding you hanging out with the never-will-be’s
And lets be honest dreamers don’t do anything for anyone except burn the soul
They got caught staring at the bubbles that hold dreams
Showing the people we hope to be in mirrors set on bent frames
It is easy to get stuck as a dreamer
And we all know dreamers stay dreamers
well until they aren’t ones
And they join the rest of us attempting to force their dreams to burst into existence
And really the there should be a warning on those damn things
Cause that grass that looked so green is actually painted
And the dream I really wanted
It hangs over there sparkling in between now and forever
But wait a second were is the train that brought us here
What was it called train 5 or 9
No it was this train called thought and it left the station again
But that’s ok cause I want to stay here and learn from the never-shoulda’s
And find all the never looked for’s
So I can have a little more time to ask more questions that never were answered
Like What questions does god ask when he knows all the answers?
Or If the light coming from the sun is sunshine is it still called son shine when it radiates off me
And with the time left I will learn how to dream big with all the never-will-be’s
They after all know how to do things never-done-before
And when I step back to reality I will listen to that one whispered statement
That dares us all
The echo that says never be forgotten

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