Of Keepers and Runners
Keepers of Forgotten Paths: Unveiling the Dance of Life
Lyrics
We are keepers of the old ways
We embrace and preserve traditional customs and practices.
How come we forget the way back
Why do we forget the path that leads us back to our roots?
Since we are sleepers night and day
As individuals who are sometimes unaware, we exist in a state of both wakefulness and sleep.
We cant remember why, cant think of how to let go
We struggle to recall why and find it challenging to figure out how to release ourselves.
Soon we swoon over elves and fairytales
We become infatuated with mythical beings and enchanting stories.
No time to look back, no time to reflect
We are too busy to reminisce or ponder, constantly moving forward without reflection.
And soon we find someone elses tale
We adopt narratives belonging to others.
No time to look back, no time to reflect
We continue without looking back or contemplating our actions.
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Expressing a vocalization, possibly emotional, symbolized by "Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh."
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Continuation of the vocal expression.
Cause we are runners, we take long ways
We are individuals who prefer taking long and indirect paths in life.
In a short time over and over again
We repeat this pattern in a short span repeatedly.
We find lovers, fighters, dancers
We encounter various types of people: lovers, fighters, and dancers.
Who masquerade and try to get free
These individuals wear masks and strive for liberation.
And if we go, how will we go about it
Contemplating the consequences if we decide to depart from our current path.
Won ́t we be sorry for all that we
We might regret not doing everything we haven't accomplished.
Haven ́t done, all that we haven ́t done
A reflection on the potential remorse for missed opportunities.
Soon we swoon over elves and fairytales
Reiteration of being captivated by enchanting stories and mythical beings.
No time to look back, no time to reflect
Continuation of the theme of not looking back and reflecting.
And soon we find someone elses tale
Adopting narratives belonging to others once again.
No time to look back, no time to reflect
Reiterating the lack of time for retrospection and contemplation.
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