how would i turn back time where solitude and love are found in the eyes of a friend. how would i have known that time steals when it too stood still. how would i make of a youth when age has aged its playground. how would you see your reality now? would it be a view from my window? would it be as rosy as i paint it to be? i have lost me time and again carelessly, and time and again i was found by one or another. you never found me really, you never sought and i never hid, you were busy getting lost near me, that we never thought we were lost.until, we were respectively found.