Dreams and reality are waved together while creations of
life get me.
Memories of deception, promises of eternalness that lost
Memories of what you embroidered in my soul are all gone.
Memories of me walking in foreigner streets,
Dreaming of my self, where do I exist?
No longer in your forged world that you've build around me
I wake up dreaming of open spaces and water, smell of new
born puppies, smell of green field with colorful spots and
sunshine, while I pace into it.
Dreams and reality are no longer separated from one another,
they are one.
When the night turn into a day and there is a few abandoned
stars in the sky, your memory fades away and I dream only of
myself.