While doing Friday night shopping with a friend, I chanced upon an old flame of mine. Seeing the person go inside one of the stores in Glorietta, without sight after almost three years, I was quite petrified. I was glaring at the store’s window as I passed, straining to see that old love.
We were at the foodcourt with my friend when under my breath I muttered, Balance. Perhaps all the bad things the Universe had hurled my way over the passed few days gave way to this one great thing. I had no other choice but to hurry back to that store, only to find that the chance had gone. Nevertheless, it gives me hope that there are good things on my road ahead.
The Dream Is Still Alive by Wilson Phillips
Not so long ago we were so in phase
You and I could never forget the days
But then the fire seemed to flicker
Cold wind came and it carried us away
But we’ll get back someday, babyThe dream is still alive
Look here in my eyes
Can you see what I’m feeling?
The dream is still alive
The one of you and I
And my heartache is healing
I couldn’t let it die
No I knew it would survive
The dream is still aliveNot so long ago in a purple haze
People dreamed out loud they were not afraid
They stopped the war but not the dying
Some got a little bit lost along the way
But somehow we’re here today (And we say..)The dream is still alive
After all this time
The flame keeps on burning
The dream is still alive
The one of you and I
And my heart keeps returning
I couldn’t let it die
No I knew it would survive
The dream is, the dream is still alive
Still, there’s a certain regret that I let the chance pass me by. Maybe it’s not yet the right time.
