The night that turns time
The day that brings light
I am stuck somewhere in between them
Trying to figure out what’s mine
The silver fishes I see in the red river
Are they for real silver ?
The blue moon I see rising everyday
Are they surreal?
Is it true that night is followed by day ?
Is it possible that I could just stay
Where my shell has been
Since I have been looking for it
Where my heart finds peace
Is it real that such place exists?
Can they see me and are yet passing by
Do I exist or I’m in parallel time ?
So I see, it’s what lies in the lies of those who speak truth
It’s the pride of the one proud of what one has never done
It’s the glitter of the sun in the nights with the stars
Nothing of it makes sense
And yet It’s my life
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