The dream of what life to a blind man is |
He fell into a coma Into a long sleep Not knowing where he is Or where he would be “Where am I?” “You are where you are supposed to be” “And where is that?” “The land of the loved, the lost – the land of eternity” “Will he ever wake up?” “It is hard to tell” Trapped inside. Cocooned. Shelled. “Search your heart; what do you seek?” “I seek a woman who will love me for me” “Is it not a lost cause?” “Why would it be so?” “Look to where it has gotten you to, to where you are lost…” “’Tis true” Simple features Of a hand Difficult things To comprehend Life calls up On what it seems Like examinations On a military playfield Princess Princess Of my dreams How are you? Where are you? And how do you sleep? I miss you In my arms I need you To clear away the harm “It is better to have loved and lost” “Than to never have loved at all” Rivers of passion Fields of grey Has doomsday come? Because there is no soul in my place “Why can’t I move?” “You are paralyzed by reality” “Which would be…?” “Strength. Honor. Nobility” “Would he live long like this?” “It is hard to say” “Give us a guess” “Cases like this are dismissed, most probably, by the end of the day” “Is there nothing we can do?” “Hope and pray” Terror. Grief. Come what may. The sunset in my eyes The stars of delight Where the moon may shine on your face My first ‘love at first sight’ Hand in hand Fingers tight Together we would be ‘Til the day either of us dies “Should I scream?” “You cannot” “Should I try to run?” “You cannot” “Should I hide from someone?” “Even if you tried, you cannot” “Then what must I do?” “The dreams you hold in your hands. The reality on which you cannot come to comprehend. They tell you lies. You – should find... the truth” In the quest for love, hope, and fame The reality of which I play is just a game The beach. The moon. The sky. The stars. The truth, of which I am so eager to live for It is not even beyond me – it is just too far What I ask for Is more than the truth, it is a heart The heart of a woman Who will love at first spark What, how, when, or why This is the truth that stands in face of all the lies Injured inside Hurt below Life just keeps on playing with you Just like a casino ball In the end of all this No accomplishment is made Just look At the price you have paid” |