Life is an illusion
Made of flowers and perfumes
Life is an illusion
Made of very small things
Leading us to unknown shores
Into an uncertain future
Life is an illusion
Made of thorns and poisons
Life is an illusion
Made of very small things
Blowing our hopes and desires away
Into an uncertain future
There is the silver rain falling down on the cobblestones
The dazzling colors of an autumn garden
There is a pearl of dew shimmering with a thousand reflections
The flapping of a bu*terfly's wings
There is the teasing wind painting up misty figures in the sky
The final dance of the reddish-brown leaves
There is the ghostly light of the moon on the stony walls
The endless promises of the horizon
There is the roaring thunder of the unsatisfied anger
The toxic verses of an indecent poet
There is a ghost walking on the ledge of the blighted hopes bridge
The silence of a baby, a mother's cries
There is the teasing wind painting up misty figures in the sky
The final dance of the reddish-brown leaves
There is the ghostly light of the moon on the stony walls
The endless promises of the horizon
Do we sail on the stream of our destiny
Does it mean no merit no guilt
There is the roaring thunder of the unsatisfied anger
The toxic verses of an indecent poet/poem
There is a ghost walking on the ledge of the blighted hopes bridge
The silence of a baby, a mother's cries
There is the teasing wind painting (up) misty figures in the sky
The final dance of the reddish-brown leaves
There is the ghostly light of the moon on the stony walls
The endless promises of the horizon
Life is an illusion
Made of flowers and perfumes
Life is an illusion
There is the silver rain falling down on the cobblestones
The dazzling colors of an autumn garden
There is a pearl of dew shimmering with a thousand reflections
There is you
Perhaps