You can categorize ‘love’ all the way through your life…to come to the obvious ‘conclusion…’ no such thing as ‘real’ love…or, maybe it’s all ‘real’ love…who knows?
You can categorize (and recognize) (or ‘realize) ‘love’ all the way through your life…
However, it isn’t until late in life that you can figure out, for your ‘self,’ what was, and what wasn’t, ‘real’ love.
You will find, eventually, and, probably, even ‘now,’ that ‘real’ love does not, really, exist. That is, we’re in and out of ‘love’ at all times. Depending on the day. The hour. The minute, often.
All of these changes Keep on following me
Visions that wake me relentless Leaders mean nothing to me
All of these people None of them true at the seams
But I see you in dark corners Eyes, they look away from me
Are we talking now, baby? There is a life here for free
Are we talking now, baby? Talking to you, talk to me
All of these roads are Leading to nowhere, you see
When this world ends as we know it What’s left will be you and me
So all of these changes Are the visions of futures…