Waking up is part of a so-called life,
Walking in a dreamy lonely life,
For I walk with the fear of reality,
Following the steps of curiosity.
Dreaming is not a part of life,
It is, indeed, life,
For I sleep the reality away,
Following the nightmares of everyday.
I drown with the faceless ghost,
Finding myself in the abyss of lost,
For I dream within a dream,
Following the echo of my voiceless scream.
No one ever notice my sad repose,
A trance, a stupor without a cause,
For I can't keep my eyes in reality,
Following only the scary ambiguity.
