Imagination delivered by a dream
Fused with reality, reckoned in a disguise
Of all entangled patterns that are conveyed by
One conscious mind, innocent beauty
Can I be sure that she’s in love?
What makes heart beat after all?
Does it hurt to let the pain take control?
Am I supposed to give away this much?
I’m confused, not by her spineless body
Not by her honest beauty nor by her crowned hair
It is the golden eyes that reside in the dream mine
Which lead me to anticipate a chance of love to come
But I only feel sadness, coming from her melancholy smile
And I just know how depressing it is to look at the time
As it passes by without any care to be patient and restful
Leaving anything behind, only being attentive towards the future
Por: Alexander Foald
