Waves, of colors so rare,
Like the winds of change, rising up in the air.
Moving forward not away, looking backwards everyday.
Breaking habits, losing ties,
Like a whirlwind in disguise.
Fade, fading away.
Shades, the shadows of care,
Like the echo of your footsteps, rising up in the air.
Other places in your eyes, with a glance that just implies.
Focus looking in, the reflections hit again.
Take, takes me away.
Free, the door if I dare,
Like the sound of opportunity, rising up in the air.
In a fathomless haze, walk together through this maze,
Through the twists of life entwined and the whirlwind of the mind.
Years, years melt away.
Fly, no fear to impair,
With the winds of change, rising up in the air.
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