Mist of swirling illusions
Dreams and hopes and thoughts
You are walking your path,
But where is the path,
Oh, is there a path, are there many?
A glimpse of light, a shadow of fear,
Tell me what is, what is not?
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You think I wander in sheres of deception,
You think I am insane,
You think I have a mental problem,
Being more than just what I am.
What I am is a multitude,
Dreams to be shattered and derams to heal,
Sea of emotions, longings and hopes,
Imagination is real.
What I think, it is truth for me,
What I sense, it is right.
What I believe is reality,
Dance in the shadows, dance in the light.
Maybe it's all a foolish dilusion,
Physical matter is all that we are,
Yet it seems to be more than illusion
That there is more by far.
Feelings become reality,
Thoughts wield power, as derams come true.
Being or not they live an existence
Through imagination in you.
Nameless without meaning
Living without aim
Creature of the shadows
With no rights to claim
All alone in weakness
Never free of grief
Nothing to be given
Nothing there to give
Failure and shamefulness
Hatred of helplessness
Presence of loneliness
Darkness in the heart
Never to part?
Where is the happiness
Love and a joyfulness
Friendship and caresses?
Changing means learning
Time to be passing
Come, understanding
And bury the past
Give me a future
Of hope and of glory
A truth to be found
A wonder to see
Give me a meaning
A sense of direction
A path in the darkness
Leading to me
Finding freedom
A light in the shadows
Joy to be living
Life to be lived
Knowing the dark side
Feeling the bright side
Carried beyond the
Deep pit of grief
Newborn with knowledge
Free of supression
Shatter the chains
Of a slave to be free
Outwards to reach
Receive and be given
Share with your friends
To live and to be
With time we are
With time we age
Nothing lasts forever
No lasting without time.
Where once was beauty
of youth
Shadows linger
Time is forever
There is now beauty
of age.
No loosing without finding
No finding without loosing
No return
Mourn the past
Hope for future
Live the present
The eternity of time
A fragment, a raindrop to the sea -
Time has no memory.
Where once was beauty
of being
Light shines bright
Time is forever
There is still beauty
of being.