A river is forming on the mirror of my eye
I should not blink, I can't risk to be tired apart.
apart of my reality of fiction happiness
and happy ends that never ends.

deep thoughts on stream and my mind is drought
secrets hopping from here to there
making their ways down with moist salty
until can reach the innocent heart.
I'm afraid that soon enough, lovely heart
will be corrupted by the reasons
that are still active inside the mind.
at horizon, happy places and interesting sites.
but how to enjoy when one eye is seldom cry?