With every step an ant takes, food on its back,
My heart beats.
With every droplet that falls on the wet, brown sand,
My tears fall.
Does it even exsist?
Does he even exist?
With every blow of wind, rising up the dust, knotting my hair,
It makes me think.
With every metal, strong for years, lose hope and rust,
Makes me want to give up.
Does it even exist?
Does he even exist?
With every dream that i dream, full of colours and joy,
Reality makes me weak.
With every song that plays in my head, voice sweet as honey,
A grin spreads.
Does it even exist?
Does he even exist?
With every trees that stand up tall, dancing to the wind,
Makes me want to bow my head.
With every cry of the deer, cry to the god of giver,
Emotions flow downriver.
Does it even exist?
Does he even exist?
You, the dreamer in reality,
And me, the dreamer in fantasy.
Our heats beat the same rythm,
Our soul sings the same song.
We dance to the beauty of the nature,
For our dreams to come along.
We are no different, my friend.
We dream the same dreams.
The only difference in our views,
Is that, yours will come true.
YOU ARE READING
Voice Of The Heart
PoetryThe place that I live, is inside my head. And the only place apart from that, is in a piece of paper. There's no in-between. | I think, you feel. I I write, you imagine. I I bleed, you heal.
