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Title: Love Again?
Artist: MOBest


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Summary:
This melancholic ballad tells the story of a chance encounter between two former lovers who haven't seen each other in years. Now both in committed relationships, they meet unexpectedly and are overwhelmed by unresolved emotions and a deep, lingering connection. As they catch up, memories resurface, revealing what they’ve built—and what they’ve lost. Despite their current lives, the emotional pull between them remains undeniable. The song explores the tension between loyalty and longing, past and present. It ends with the haunting, unresolved question: "Are we allowed to love again?"


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Lyrics:

[Intro]
[Piano – soft and sparse, with distant ambient strings]

[Verse 1]
I saw you on the corner, just by chance
The years fell off like autumn leaves
Your smile still pulled me like a trance
I caught my breath, I couldn’t breathe
We laughed like nothing ever changed
But time has left its quiet range

[Verse 2]
You spoke of love and where you live
I nodded through a trembling grin
You said you've found someone to give
The peace I couldn't hold within
I told you I had someone too
But none of that felt truly true

[Chorus]
[Strings swell gently, building warmth]
[Are we ghosts of who we were?]
[Do old flames still know our names?]
[Is this moment just a blur,]
[Or the start of wilder flames?]
[We had our time, we lost our way]
[But here you are again today]

[Verse 3]
The street grew still, the lights went low
You looked at me like years ago
You said, “I still remember June,”
The lake, the stars, that silver moon
I whispered, “I remember too,”
And suddenly I felt brand new

[Instrumental Break]
[Piano and cello – nostalgic motif echoing first verse melody]

[Bridge]
[We stand in silence, hearts undone]
[By what we lost and what remains]
[The lives we built, the love that’s gone]
[Still echo softly through our veins]

[Verse 4]
We didn’t kiss, we didn’t touch
But every look still said too much
A thousand words in just one glance
An old unfinished, ghostly dance

[Chorus – Reprise]
[Are we ghosts of who we were?]
[Do old flames still know our names?]
[Is this moment just a blur,]
[Or the start of wilder flames?]
[We had our time, we lost our way]
[But here you are again today]

[Outro – Whispered, minimal instrumentation]
[So tell me now, my long-lost friend...]
[Are we allowed to love again?]


Love Again?

Lyrics:

I found a map in the stars tonight
But it led me nowhere
Just dim light
Every road was you
Every turn was blind

Do I follow the pull
Do I stand still
You’re the only gravity I feel

Lost in your eyes
No need to be found
World fades away
No up no down
Lost in your eyes
It’s where I’ll stay
No path
No plan
Just drift away

Your gaze
A maze
No end in sight
A riddle wrapped in velvet twilight
No escape
But I don’t even fight

Lost in your eyes
No need to be found
World fades away
No up no down
Lost in your eyes
It’s where I’ll stay
No path
No plan
Just drift away

Every blink’s a door I’ll never open
Every tear’s a word you’ve left unspoken
I’d stay forever in this ocean

Lost in Your Eyes

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There he was 
A shadow  
In my mind 
On the walls 
Or standing behind 
To prove death 
One step 
At a time. 
Always looking 
Reaching 
To find. 
Chasing illusions 
Surrounded  
By shadows 
The darkness 
Of my mind. 
An attempt 
To steal 
What’s sublime. 
Lost in 
The world 
A stranger  
In time 
Not knowing 
What to do 
But acting 
As who? 
Attempt no more 
To win 
Through losing 
Nor to die 
To live. 
If change is real 
And facts  
Or not 
What I feel 
Can I seek 
Without compulsion? 
Do I trust 
My own emotions? 
Can I hear 
The voice 
With another notion? 
Can I see 
Without the spell’s  
Poison potion? 
The bridge that 
Will be crossed 
The question is 
When my worldly 
Entrapment 
Is willing 
To be tossed 
And I confront 
My conflicting goals 
The lost  
And found 
Of my 
Very soul. 
The peace is 
The bridge. 
This 
Where my 
heart lives. 
Surrender to win. 
It’s not important 
To where I’ve been 
Or the future 
But the presence 
Of what’s within. 
Peace  
With no sin. 
Or, A life with 
That chagrin 
But the peace 
That’s always been. 
Through a path 
Wherein 
As I listen 
To the ancestral 
Violins 
They dwell 
Therein. 
I drink from 
The chalice of  
Atonement.

Ancestral Violin

tout simplement

STORY
The story illustrates phronesis—the classical Greek idea of practical wisdom, the kind of judgment that blends knowledge, experience, and moral insight.

The Bridge at Kalliros
The river Kalliros had flooded every spring for as long as the villagers remembered. This year the water had risen higher than anyone had seen. The young men argued for an immediate crossing to rescue sheep stranded on the far bank. “If we wait, they’ll drown,” one shouted. Another proposed building a raft from fresh-cut pine, ignoring the roar of the current.

Old Thaleia, the village midwife, said nothing at first. She had no formal training in engineering, nor the strength of youth. But she had watched the river for sixty harvests. She remembered the year the water turned suddenly when the snows melted late, the year when the bridge timbers twisted in a hidden eddy. She knew the sheep’s value and the risk to the men.

Finally she spoke.
“Cut no pine. Use the willow trunks upstream—last night’s rain has loosened them. Tie them with the reeds that grow near the oxbow bend. And wait two hours, until the meltwater from the eastern ridge has passed. You will see the mud eddies change colour; then you may cross, and not before.”

The young men grumbled, but the memory of her unerring births and quiet rescues gave them pause. They followed her plan. When the eddies paled, they lashed the willows and ferried the sheep across without loss.

Later a traveller asked why the villagers obeyed the old woman so readily.
“She knows more than rules,” the headman replied. “She knows when rules bend. That is wisdom for living—phronesis.”

This story highlights how phronesis is not just cleverness or technical skill (techne), but the seasoned judgment that grows from lived experience, moral concern, and a sense of the right moment to act.

INTERPRETATION 
The lyrics of “Willow Crossing” portray phronesis—practical wisdom—as a quiet but powerful guide amid danger and urgency.  The rising river symbolizes crises that tempt people into rash action, while the elder’s calm instructions embody the insight that comes from years of lived experience.  Her ability to “read the hour in the river’s lines” shows wisdom not as abstract knowledge but as attunement to the right moment, balancing courage with caution.  By urging the villagers to “wait for the eddies to pale,” the song celebrates patience and moral discernment: wisdom is not about rules or titles, but about sensing when to move and when to hold back, so that action is both timely and humane.

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