14 abr. 2009


You, who I may know or may not
the one i've expected since I was five
What I want to need
Whatever is waiting for me

But where should I look for anybody
in a delicate nobody world
Almost empty though almost full
people walks around like ghosts

I wait myself for the answer, the truth
if there's truly anyone out there
is there anybody out the bounds of my mind?
Or is it just the reflect of the light?

I know those eyes see the wall through me
I know those hands can touch but not feel

Here I am at the doors of my imagination
Trying to figure out if it's the way in or out
looks like the exit from here, am i inside?
looks better than anything i've could ever find

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