Forever standing on this green leaf,
On this dark pond,
Where only mysterious things are found,
Where I’m the only human,
Only living kindness,
Only smiling figure,
Where the mist is called flat ground,
And seeing more than two colors is impossible,
Where one with a scratch or broken bone,
Where croaking frogs and mossy life aren’t found,
One more tear,
And I think I’ll collapse,
Collapse under the surface,
I think I’m going insane,
Or maybe not,
I don’t know,
When you stand here,
On this green leaf,
On this dark pond,
Maybe you’ll feel the same,
But never will this dark pond be found,
Besides who wants to find it,
Whenever the light shines through,
It ends up being a dream,
Whenever the stars start to fall,
I think I’m soaring,
Mind spread wide,
Like my dreams on this pond,
Everyone will see my smile finally,
Everyone will see my dreams come true.
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