Distant Dreams

DISTANT DREAMS

(Until you hold on)

----Miss A

All these days, I dream, I dream and I see;

The things I can’t see...

How far could I stare at the night sky?

Starts would still fade away, chase it, I try

But why o why, all those stars keeps striking my eyes

Bidding water, a smile, to the lost space

Turning everything into a glory of the gaze

I promise you, distant dreams, are a facade

Every step you take, you enter a maze

Scalloping up any hints or any trace

Why do I have to give so worth to the trance?

Why can’t I just escape of the less of my chance?

With every time the time playing its own loop

Why my emotions can’t outrun this troop?

Every single time, I would end up seeing the same visions

Of certain unintended things, diverts me from treason

And even this reason, could not overwhelm the shine

For it’s the art of the defiant, a beauty of its own kind

The art of self destruction is a beauty indeed

Spreading every part of your soul like sand

Within the boundaries of the end and the starting

I’m revised again and again, breaking and admiring

It’s all upon a wish now, a wish working both sides

To stabilize the balance, hold on each and every string

Let now a drop of water slide by,

‘Cause its equivalent to having everything slipped by

It would stay still and clam if both wish to,

‘Cause in reality there are no mistakes,

No misunderstandings, we have passed that all

What’s done, is true, it’s the reality and it’s the call

Passing of every smile will slay upon me,

But hope you could see, how experience,

The expedition, the chimes would turn on me

Passing false hopes of the art of distant dreams...

The dreams that stays true, until your will;

The dreams that will pass on, with the fragments gone nil.

 


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