What lies beyond the mirage?
What lies beyond the mirage?2 mins 68 2 mins 68
Where's my abode you ask?
Somewhere between hopefulness and hopelessness,
A desert where by the day,
strong storms blow and turn over my home,
And by the night I could hear the ocean's songs,
Cold wind blows over my sunburnt skin,
And if I could only stretch my hands far enough,
I would touch the surface of my endless dreams.
I live in between reality and imagination,
But dwell more in imagination than reality,
I live in places that exists and dream of those that don't,
And yet found a place to stay somewhere in between my two worlds,
And when the realities of those worlds clashes,
I create this mirage with the mess inside my head.
What's real isn't the reality anymore,
For I found myself in a dreamy land,
Of someone's grand fantasies.
I wait for sunrises and sunsets alone,
As if following a long forgotten ritual.
Nature speaks to me in ways,
I couldn't explain if I want to,
This temptation to find my place,
In a world wherein I grew,
But never found my home.
I identify myself as,
Someone between a human of flesh,
And a witch of magic,
For when realities of life burden me,
Help arrives from spirits unseen,
What is wrong with me I ask you,
How much normal is normal for you?
How much do I need to kill myself,
To be accepted in a society created by you.
The love I found inside myself is pure and true,
Even if you cut my wings a thousand times,
I couldn't hate you, but I will run away.
My life has become an illusion,
A dream where I dream of endless dreams,
A metaphor of unreal realities,
Where nothing makes sense anymore,
But it does when I sense beyond these senses,
Somehow everything falls into place,
They call it optimism,
I call it the divine play.
What's beyond the mirage you ask?
Maybe something between nothingness and everything,
A grand life unfolding, waiting to be seen,
But how could I ever tell you anything?
When the mirage is all that I have ever lived in.