In this time,
the moment that sleep,
Upon hundred of people who awake
in the flow of time
we try to define
the meaning of this life
the things that not been done
always hunting us back
back to where our memory line
draw in an illusion of our self
despite the illusion is not real
nor it not exits
We live in this world
full of lies and sorrow
the strengh that everyone need to find
the search without an end
although it just right there
in front of everyone eyes
mistake and misery
make this life empty
just like a child
in this far fairy land
without no experience
and no virtue
of something that might come true
we se as clear as the sky
the green is not always there
in the place where it belong
so hold thigh and don't let go
couse i be there whereever u may go..
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