Dreams

Crawling back to past, letting lose my soul, I sit by the window and drink the voyage

Voyage of a simple story, tragic surpasses, rough traces, can’t put my finger on one, what to see, little bit of colors, so messed up
Like a bus, venturing through the city, lots of stories passing by, but not to tell out loud
So many ifs in mind, so much reality to seek, I hold my breath and take a sip from my favourite mug
Wrongdoings, disastrous times, the patience unbearable, losing one’s individuality, the road seems so long, why want it short

What to see, what to hear, is it worthy?

I want to live it all, how might uncanny it seems
To sit with a person who ain’t good with friends, or who’s failing but trying so hard
I want to console a person whose losing hope, whose path seams so vague, with broken dreams
Venturing through the dusky streets, where even leaves losing their breaths
I want to look into the old souls, how they’re feeling the loudness
Harsh realities, what are they laughing for
Standing on the cliff, what am I waiting for

Reluctant eyes, trembling fingers, yet volcanic insides, why the concrete barriers world constructed around
I want to sit by a group and share a good laugh, go to places, without feeling unsafe
The routine is so simple, why they get so deep
I want to smell the drops of petrichor like a dream living in the reality

Feeling extra sweetness in my mouth, I look into my mug for few last drops of the liquid
Regaining my senses, a calm far voice, I glance for one last second, right before my eyes


One golden spark, the last I see, shattering of glass, the last I hear

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