Existence
Existence
If I could choose to go anywhere in the world
I could only think of one paradise
One Where I am forever with you,
Denying that I am non-existent
In your eyes I am for real
Just a bedtime story every night
But when I close my eyes to sleep
Where am I in this nightmare we call reality?
Just like a painting that has no picture
Or meaning… Or purpose, I am…
When I look for the answer
To this unescaping reality
I find myself
Being brought into your warmth, so tender!
If I could find the strength
To call upon your embrace
Would your love stand by my side?
Watching me grow stronger from this point on?
Counting the moments where our fingers can finally reach
Together in the days in which we exist…
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