This is the hour when the mysteries emerge .
A strangeness so hard to reflect , a
moment so moving goes straight
to your heart.
a condition thats never been
met. The attraction thats held like a
wake , deep inside something i will never forget.
Pattern set , the reaction will start ; complete
but rejected too soon . Looking ahead in the grip
of each others impulse that blinds every move.
Shadow that stood by the side of the road always
reminds me of you.
How can i find the right way
to control all of the conflicts inside,
all of the problems beside.
as the questions are right
and the answers don't fit .
