That dream I once had
Forgiving eyes in the face of his met with guilt
A different interpretation now present
Past that is once another, yet lively dream
Removing the filtered walls between the real and otherworldly, dancing in parallels
Life, presenting me with this gift, if I solemnly choose to accept my grief and sorrows
Maybe he did not apologise or perhaps he has
But his beckoning calls I cannot hear behind these walls
For I have become the limbo that lingers in each moment of these two principles of time
Figuring out the picture that I was left to paint myself
