Nothing is of reality
Only a dream state of mind
Something to set to see
What the eye catches and find
Brought through a strife and strain
Wearing itself about
Going inside our vain
Putting somewhere its doubt
Closeness like faraway
You are to me just a face
Longings for day and a day
What to the mind spoils and plays
Broken into the difference
Crumbles and burns through
Who knows its true existence
Except the night and sky blue
Rain comes to fall and spins
With raindrops like polystyrene
Where does cloud wet begins
Why does red night sky burn?
Listen to the wind and its go
As it turns around and around
Winter is now in its new glow
Lost in the dark to be found
Closeness like faraway
You are to me just a face
Longings for day and a day
What to the mind spoils and plays
Yesterdays came to go out
Cracking away gravity dreams
Backside in memory about
Blow through the turning streams
Nothing is of reality
Only a dream state of mind
Something to set to see
What the eye catches and find
Brought through a strife and strain
Wearing itself about
Going inside our vain
Putting somewhere its doubt
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