Songs, they all scream.
Pictures, do they dream?
Words, are they...
What they seem?

It seems I am lost.
I can picture you in my dreams.
Too far, I wanna scream words like songs.
I just want to be free.

No words, they wont come out.
My actions,
They're not what they seem.
You're the person of my dreams.

Like a picture;
I am frozen, in frame.
Only to stare off,
Only to dream.