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We used to meet up on the schoolyard late at night

Set fire to our minds and dream of our future so bright

Now those days seem so far away

And what a price we did pay

Some of us simply vanished with no excuse

And others left us without anything to loose

To bend those waves of space

Rebuild our past into grace

What matters in the end is not what has been

There’s really no idea to dwell on those sins

What matters is the here and now

Forever lost to the dead anyhow

There used to be so many different ideas around

Forever lost to that world deep underground

Here’s to the outcasts who used to be

Who never had to worry about me

So meet me again as late as the night can be

Let’s dream again of love and sensuality

Revive the dream of creation

Watch the stars with admiration

I was thinking back to my old ways

I do that a lot more than I’d like to confess

Sometimes with contempt

But more often with gratitude

And yes, I can say that I am grateful

Grateful for all my previous mistakes

For all of the wisdom they brought

And the insight that there will be more of them

I’ve been down the depths of many an ocean

But always had the luck to arise

I’ve been feeling good but looking like hell

That don’t matter in the end

No, what matters is the journey

Which I’m fortunate enough to still travel

What matters is the love still burning

And the mystery of life left to unravel