In thinking the impossible and living it
My day dreams have a major role to play
Exchanging words with someone who is not nearby
Lying next to them, well covered in lies
And whispering through your blanket under which I slip during winter days.
To talk to them, trying to strengthen my ties.
It is a feeling which you might feel if you have ever felt the brightness of the moonlight.
I feel like Stargazer, amazed with someone that holds my soul tight.
In thinking the impossible and craving for it
I sometimes dance and sometimes cry
To the tunes of some unknown flute that the mind creates when Illusion strikes.
I imagine a wavy face I have longed to dive
A curvy smile where rosy cheek bones shy.
And I love it all when they are mine
In dreams, I love it all.
For here I do not fear the fall.
It is clueless same as fighting with a blindfold, quiet alarmed.
And as sweet as sitting on a white sand beach under a full moonlight wrapped around in someone's arm.
In thinking the impossible and telling people
Well, I never do that for I am shy.
I just live in it the moment that I desire
I muse into true feelings with strange vibes
The feelings that you get when you wake up at dawn and see the birds take a flight.
In peace and quiet, awestruck when everything seems right,
I jump and laugh and create stories of my own life.
In thinking the impossible: I live, I lie, I love, I shy, I laugh and chatter.
Giving a true meaning to my personality that grows for the better.
At that moment, these little things are all that matters,
Are all that matters.
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