I knew it already
I knew it already
Have I woken up?
From the dreams of my dreams ?
Because it's no more beautiful, no more sweet.
It's just vicious reality,
That I can never be anything.
I picked trampled flowers,
Between my bruised fingers
But they will never grow again,
Just like my words buried,
Under sea of ignorance.
On a bright night, they will all shine while I will still be whirling around a dream that can never be mine
In the silent cobwebbed corners,
I'm again dreaming of flushed pink skies While,
Prickly thorns of metaphors sting my eyes.
I once was a river too, rushing through,
Searching for my sea.
But Under crepuscular sleeves,
Once a cryptic voice held me kindly.
And even without his words I knew it already --
I am still half of what I want to be,
And they're already twice what I could ever be.