the story of us that's written in my head
faded into reality, nonexistent nevertheless.
there was a story about you and I
in the olden days, in the times when we played.
the future never foretold our fate
though the laughter seems to have it all played out in display.
swaying in motion, singing in liberty,
there was a sense of tranquility
looking pass all the things, it is all just a memory in my book.