Lost and never found

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And yet,
The very hands we held unto
Has turned to ashes under my very eyes
The same gaze that we used to share
Has turned cold in my withering nights
And our dreams of having kids
Have made of me a kid with no dreams.

Our dreams of settling down
Has made of me an endless wanderer
With no destination, hesitation, only incantations
For the only soul that ever mattered to me eyes.

Our flight on the fluffy cloud has left me
Featherless in a world of stone,
Fearless, in a world of scorches
Senseless, in a world of prose,
But the thorn of the very rose
I have felt deep under my skin
And the dart that I carry
Is mine to ever to keep

But yet
As every single moment passes us by
We look to the past
To these endless seconds we've missed.
Minute reasons that taught us to fly.
And we think aloud to ourselves
That it was all worth breathing in,
That the beating we took
was worth every blow of the fight,
And the songs we sang
Had every word’s worth of gold.

So now that we are grounded
Sole glued to the dirt
Soul glued to the hurt
The same reasons that made us see another day
Are the ones taking us down in every other way…
How do we get out of the loop?