What's life?
Just consciousness given from outside,
A weird vibration above the gap on the string.
Blinking of far-away stars somewhere behind,
A song of dream you destiny does not sing.
It's an illusion of tenderness, warmth and love,
It's desperation of wrong and mistaken dreams.
It's the conclusion made by the sky above.
It's light that too quickly dims.
June 9,2007
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