Magical Dreamers...

What was the start of all this?

When did the cogs of fate begin to turn?

Perhaps it is impossible to grasp the answer now

from deep within the flow of time...

but, for certainly, back then

we love so many, yet hate so much

we hurt others and were hurt ourselves...

yet even then, we ran like the wind,

Whilst our laughter echoed, under celurean skies...

One day, when our lives are apart,

I won't forget any of you.