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It's the music of life
that compels me to dance
And I know that my steps
Were not set in advance
Blindfolded I move
In the rhythm of Waltz
Of Flowers..
Remember, when we were kids
We had time and place for everything
Now we box up hastily in a limited space
Like we have to buy air to breathe
We circling our own footprints
But time isn't going faster
And place isn't wrong
And trees in the neighborhood
Are as startling as ones at some fancy resort
When did we stop to notice
That time is always there for us
To write a letter to an old friend
And wait for an answer
With the same conviction
As we so stupidly wait for "the right time"
Every face is your face
Every age is your age
Look at the babies, we once were
Look at the old men, we will become
Life is not over, life is not begun
Life, as an echo, is always around
There's a shadow on a ceiling
I don't dare to look that way
Is this real? Am I dreaming?
Not having any sleep again

There's a human shape in corner
I don't dare to watch that spot
I'm afraid, it might deform it
I'm frightened, it might not

I feel a hand touching my shoulder
I don't dare believe it's true
From head to toe, I'm getting colder
The rabbit-hole, I'm coming through

I look around like a spaceman
So scared to look, but have to know
If you are here, I beg you, face me
The earth is circling down below

And now I see you, real and clear
Though in this world you don't exist
I dare you to keep coming here
I have no power to resist

And as all outlines are blurred
Other shapes come into view
Once again I've been transferred
To this cryptic world of You

I recognize all the surroundings
Your room, I've been so many times
Why was I so afraid of finding
What mind of rational denies

The truth, just as beauty, is in the eyes of beholder
My eyes are finally closing, as I lean on your shoulder...
When I was in my early teens, I had an imaginary friend; it's the closest definition I can find for what was happening to me. Usually, he was just watching over me, but at times when a situation in my house became too critical, he came over to take me to his place. There I could feel safe and take a much-needed rest while he was reading, he had a lot of books, or play piano. This lasted for several years, during the hardest time of my life.
I sit alone in my room
By one click I make all the fireflies
flicker back to their woods
And out of the light bulb on my ceiling

I sit alone in a gloom
Till I start to feel paralyzed
Caught in one of those moods
When you don't need to have feelings

I am caught in a spell
Keep staring into vacancy
Lifted off of the ground
Of daily cares and vain musings

I hear the ring of the bell
Of the far away galaxy
As I reach out to the sound
And touch my soul with the music...
When I was at the age thirteen
I had an imaginary friend
First I thought it was a dream
Some kind of three D hologram

But soon I knew, it was too real
I didn't panic, wasn't scared
My lonely soul was an appeal
To someone who would lead and care

My life was then a battlefield
In outer world and in my brain
So he became that needed shield
To be my rock and keep me sane

We didn't play, we didn't talk
A flash of wonder in his eyes
He looked bemused as if it all
To him was also a surprise

But he stayed always calm and cool
Watching from behind my back
Some good happenings, some cruel
The sun of child's heart doused in black

He wrapped me in a coat of strength
Of energy, I was deprived
I know he was my own mind's wraith
But, god my witness, so alive...

A few years later he was gone
All memories of him were fogged
By that time I was very strong
So I put all "strange" under lock
(That's what he would've done...)

Until one day the seal was broken
And piece by piece, it has come out
One tiny single door flew open
One hidden door that's never shut

A glimpse of hope, a seed of doubt
A horrifying revelation
I wouldn't dare to say out loud
But was it my imagination?...
When I was in my early teens, I had an imaginary friend; it's the closest definition I can find for what was happening to me. Usually, he was just watching over me, but at times when a situation in my house became too critical, he came over to take me to his place. There I could feel safe and take a much-needed rest while he was reading, he had a lot of books, or play piano. This lasted for several years, during the hardest time of my life.

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