They can’t see
What I see inside.
They won’t play
That one way…
I know, I feel,
I understand.
I’m too late
Too late to be…
Near, warm as fire.
Far, ice cold.
Close, thunder light.
Distance, dark night.
May I ask?
May I hope?
May this be?
The way I dreamt?
Too much?
Just a chance.
A dream will grow,
A dream will become.
If I keep
My eyes closed,
So that your image
Won’t flow away…
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