Sometimes it’s real, sometimes it’s not.
Sometimes it’s possible and sometimes it’s not.
Feeling tired and lost already, I’ve come so far,
And let me say it wasn’t easy.
Once I promised that I’ll be at your side and will never leave.
So here I am looking for my lost sun,
In this ceaseless, dark, and cold storm.
I’m a moon, inside my head is a cold war;
Between my imaginations and reality.
Searching for the drops of your bright rays,
I wish you could see how dark here.
I barely see the daylight, even if I did, I doubt the existence of it.
Even though my heart whispered, “Now it’s time”,
I know it’s not.
When the time is right, you’ll be here to spread light on me,
With your warmth, I’ll be awakened from this fantasy,
And I know only your light could lead me on this road.
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