I dwell again in these thoughts,
That awoken me to a dream:
About daylight and darkness
And how they cannot be,
About the empty and half filled
And everything in between

Open to possibilities
Exempting the impossible
****** me with sweet false hope
In a trance of questions
Where to whom, what is why?
Lust for truth insatiable

Be it then, cause nowhere now
The bitter sweet liason
To believe the passion of belief
Betrayal to the mind, unfaithful
Placebo of the midnight moon
I surrender to reason

Tell me spoken silence now
For maybe later heard somehow
Secrets cannot bleed more lies
The honest gleaming in those eyes
This is the dream I dread is not
These are the thoughts I think of lot