Fragments of past and present
Create a sort of illusion as I wander
Through the gates of anxiety
They return every night
Carrying with them a veil of unconsciousness
That puts to rest my conscious mind
I take the flight of imagination
Whose wings widen farther with time
To embrace me into the clouds of dramatic moments
Chronicles of the past and a latest episode
Create a saga of confused drama
Performed by artists wearing fake masks of greed and love
Voices of her who brought me on this earth
Repeat the truth again and again citing
“All expectation to reunite will go in vain”
I wake up with the truth, only to realize
Sometimes even dreams show us the right door
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