Is it me? Is it you? Are we together?
Do we live the same life, is it still happening?
Is it real? Are we here? Is it not only white? White as this powdery stretch behind my window-- to the horizon, slowly fading, slowly loosing itself in a faint pink, a shadowy purple?
They're all playing games and we're but their fools... wishing to paint the roses red, when we don't remember what original colour was theirs.
I feel lost and happy, scared and safe, I don't really know where I stand, nor if where I stand is reality, but it might just be--
Harmony?
Do we live the same life, is it still happening?
Is it real? Are we here? Is it not only white? White as this powdery stretch behind my window-- to the horizon, slowly fading, slowly loosing itself in a faint pink, a shadowy purple?
They're all playing games and we're but their fools... wishing to paint the roses red, when we don't remember what original colour was theirs.
I feel lost and happy, scared and safe, I don't really know where I stand, nor if where I stand is reality, but it might just be--
Harmony?
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