The thin
difference between
reality and
imagination
causes me to continue and dream.
Continue to experience,
looking for the answers,
and only want to,
want to cry.
Don't tell the difference between
reality.
Don't tell the difference between illusions.
Promises only myself to see,
from within the great darkness.
The wind is singing, doubtful if whistling,
the door opens, maybe also closes.
Not afraid to correct myself,
know its only for me.
The thin
difference between
reality and
imagination
causes me to continue and
dream...
Shira Dottan