Life is a limbo of crippled dreams waiting for the fire in them to be ignited But in solitude they shall remain, their wings will grow big_bigger but will never kiss the sky, For the dream keeper knows not what they can do
Grey velvet carpet Neon white and yellow lights, fogged mirrors Slow and heavy, loads snarl Crimson red beeps light in the dark Stop the sign, the green a distant dream Far and outstretched the limbs of illogicality Narrow the side walk of rationale
And why do some of us suffer more ? The pain The tests The sacrifices The blood sheds The tears The promises Why do some of has nothing to do about it? Are we here in this world to be here in this exact place? Or are we here by mistake? The question remains so unclear And we keep thinking again and again In an endless cycle like it’s a time loop A paradox which has no end, no solutions. Supposedly we have to live with it And die with it in our graves.