takes me to many places
but the lake, the lake is where the calm is.
one last look at the shore,
one last look at the horizon,
one last feeble memory of a kiss,
from a girl by the lake shore, a stranger
we are just passing by,
taught to hold on by the greed from the soul,
‘greed is taught’, love isn’t’
love is natural.
every enjoyment is always the last,
this is one last time.