Shadows

A memory frozen in an empty sphere. Swipe your intentions and run away. Watch intently nature's doings. Run - Run - Run. This is the 100th time we let ourselves be caught. Run. Run. Run. Too busy spending time arguing with a deaf man. The one begging is about to be begged. A flowery tale is sweeter than our rhyme. Now we miss the things we used to hate. There is always a better solution than taking the easiest way out. Our dreams shape the flickering shadows of our consciousness. The one who doesn't understand history is doomed to repeat it