It’s not too far, I can see the end.
But when I start walking, I keep on coming back to the starting point.
It’s like my life is one big circle.
A little sweet, very much sour.
A little far, not too close.
Warm as a sweeter knitted of dreams,
But in a very cold world.
There are many more like me,
I’m not alone,
Who walks in his sleep with his eyes open,
Hoping to watch his dreams come true.
The one who falls everytime,
But rises like a phoenix,
Even the sun that has set,
Will still rise again.
Open eyes how I run,
How I run in my dreams,
Till the day I become free.
Let me in without a shout,
Let me in I have a doubt,
There are more many more
Many many more like me,
Oh, I just want to be free.
My World
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