Secret Garden of Dreams

The wrong chance is not a life of ease
I just could stay like this, frozen in peace.
For the love I can’t reach I’d rather still
and give myself a secret garden to live.
Where my thoughts and lost feelings will be
like the wild born horses run young and free.
Then I could just be and never pretend:
so useless a life where you can’t stand.

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