Between dream and reality
I live in a false world
Where time drags me like
A bull yoked to its fate
Everything seems false
Even my touch to the glass
Of wine waiting on the table
Between dream and reality
I walk on a false path to
Reach a false destination
Scribbled by unknown hands
Even those ripples are false
For they turn into submissive
Bubbles crashed against rocks
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