05: Lonely Roam

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I traipse in the middle
Of nowhere
Searching something
I cannot name yet
In the wilderness
There's a floating bridge
A magical spell inside it

In the aisle,
Someone's waiting
A dark, lost soul-
Wandering.
Cold wind touches
My bare skin,
As the soul
Hypnotizes meㅡ
Not with a wand
But with her deep,
lonely eyes.

She's calling me
To come to her
A grin form and
I am lost once again
My feet barely touching
The rosy bridge
Scared is written
In my face in a swift

"Wake up! Wake up!"
Reality came too fast
But the images are
Still painted clearly on my mind
This fathomless reverie
Must stop
Nightmare and
Reality must
Stay apart
I know this is just
An illusion,
Because I...
I was the lost soul
And I can't continue
This lonely roam.

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