A barrier in front of me
perfectly encapsulating
energies within reach.

I guess angels aren't real
because past is hard to conceal
A barrier in front of me
like here to protect
from dirt and impurities
that barrier is for today.

It follows me everyday
like a stray animal
until it's weakened
and deteriorated
that barrier left me
now it's broken
like shards of glass
He'd been exhausted
from all I've done.

I guess this is all fantasy
like waiting for fairies
Now that I'm fatal
from dirt and impurities
I guess barriers aren't real
that barrier is within me.