How many times a soul is searching...
Really, Paradise seemed to be so real
Closed Human eyes are staring the Future
A Future that seems so smooth, so ideal...
Talks or thoughts, just a personal truth
Sometimes unspeakable but so unreal
When you see fallen one by one
The boundaries that show you the lost Highway…
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Dreams For Nothing, stories specious fallen by time
Dreams For Nothing, naked illusions living frantic in a mind
Into our trust on anything ideal we think
Today seems to be so stupid, so waste and cheap
Mind creates a Paradise so easily
But it looses it on first steps inside it
Everything it's so simple
When imagination creates its own reality
But it's so horrible to see on every step
How many lies are behind on what your dreams are imposing
Why does ideal seem to be unreachable?
Are our dreams just a pure raw delusion?
Time owes an explanation
We won't be happy to hear it
Why does Present to be what we have to hold?
This feeling of existence into Today
Maybe Paradise was nothing more than
A sweet dream in a child's mind...