Here I go again
each step that I go,
somewhere gone in vain
other I don't know.
They come and reveal
what might be true,
the time they'll steal
if they get to know you.
Here I go in search
for something that's new,
dreams I might stretch
just to know it too.
A road ahead in the distance
or something to come,
triumph and a dance,
where a story is from.
Here I might stay
and find a new thought,
in my search and play
that time has all taught.
But nothing is truly new
it was here all before,
just waiting for you
and me to make it assure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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