Apice Oval

When the dream came
I held my breath with my eyes closed
I went insane,
Like a smoke ring day
When the wind blows
Now I won't be back till later on
If I do come back at all
Because you know me, and I miss you now.

In a strange game
I saw myself as you knew me
When the change came,
And you had the
Chance to see through me
Though the other side is just the same
You can tell my dream is real,
and I love you and I miss you now

Though we rush ahead to save our time
We are only what we feel
And I love you, can you feel it now...?

I fallen in love
In the first time
That I put my eyes in you
Then I fell in the ground
And now I still walk alone...
Only I and your pretty lies

You left me back
And I don't know where I am
My only light,
Where are your eyes at night?
And now I walk lonely
With your beautiful lies

Now my knees are skinned
Of drag me a lot
Behind your love
This is love damnation!

I don't feel my soul
I don't feel my heart
The only thing that I'm feeling
Is your fucking love

I cannot desist
I couldn’t forgive me
If I lost forever
This misfit love

Follow your footsteps
Hurts a lot
I'm barefoot
And these shards of glass
Are cutting my fingers
And make me run

But I going back
With or without you
Life must go on
Even with the heart torn
My steps will be uneven
But I'll go ahead

So, I'll follow
Your steps in the snow
As far as my feet hang on
While I survive

I don't feel my soul
I don't feel my heart
The only thing that I'm feeling
Is your fucking love

I cannot desist
I couldn’t forgive me
If I lost forever
This misfit love

....Só, cansado deste precipício e de todas as doses exageradas de realidade que me envenenam pouco a pouco, refreando meus passos me fazendo temer a cada respiração, pela partida, pela chegada. O inesperado que se faz presente, e demonstra que não é ainda suficiente todo seu esforço em busca dos ideais, toda sua bravia luta... Inútil qual o sopro de esperança que ainda resta no peito soluçante.
....Outro dia, um a mais um a menos, dentre tantos ainda não é o que se espera, talvez nunca seja hoje, talvez seja amanham, talvez tenha sido ontem e enquanto nos amarguramos nós não o notamos, talvez seja agora, talvez não seja a hora e no talvez nos penduramos com medo de arriscar...
....E o mundo nessa indecisão continua inalterado, nos amamos em silencio, enquanto passa ao lado todo o tormento. Fazemos questão de nos machucar aos poucos cravando a unha nas feridas do coração, nos apegamos ao que nos machuca, tememos que cada comprimido seja a cicuta que aguardamos insaciados, para nos levar deste devaneio desvairado.