I've woken in my dream again
And this time I have been
Thinking about the things already to have flown
And so I let out a groan
When the opposite of the dream is the reality
I have no peace unless it be virtuality
In this mind woven life I have set
I am filled with much regret
But I think about when we're together
And I could care less about this bad weather
Thunder does strike as always
I realize I have no part in this
And neither do you
So how can this be true?
I have thought that a glass half empty must be filled by a glass half full
Or I shall sink to the depths of my darkest hole
I hope that it is not the case
Or I would show it on my face
If I could just be your friend
I would beat against the wind
That would be more than I could ever hope for
I couldn't ask for more
And this past month I've thought you were dying
But it was only that we weren't trying
I hear a soft buzz, twelve at night
And I finally start to see the light
I can only hope that there is hope...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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