It's not about black and white
It's a grey
Like an earthquakes
It's cracking, falling down
Some thing blured goes real
And the real goes blur
It's not a ground anymore nor a land
It's a fata morgana
It's not a word or a sentences, nor a story
But a spell
Burning down all the mirage I lived with
And take me into the world
They called it reality
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 2:44 PM UTC
It's not about black and white
It's a grey
Like an earthquakes
It's cracking, falling down
Some thing blured goes real
And the real goes blur
It's not a ground anymore nor a land
It's a fata morgana
It's not a word or a sentences, nor a story
But a spell
Burning down all the mirage I lived with
And take me into the world
They called it reality