Wouldn't it be nice if we can see our final destination ahead, and the path leading there is lined with lamp posts?
But that wouldn't be fun, would it?
I'm happy, i'm sad. I'm looking forward, i'm filled with regret. I'm excited, i'm numb. I'm leaving, i'm coming.
Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy, i need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go,
A little high, little low,
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me,
To me
Freddie Mercury
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy, i need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go,
A little high, little low,
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me,
To me
Freddie Mercury
I believe that having the right person to walk with you is more imporant than knowing where you are going.
*The penultimate song in the brilliant musical episode, Once More With Feelings.
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