So much for the fantasy
But what binds our dreams for so long?
I thought like a shooting star
To guide my mind through it all
All of this life,
Decaying like a rotten fruit
But passion and desire
Burning like incense, filling the air
The scent fooling everyone
Making us believe there is such a thing
As dreams, as love
Though it is long gone
Lost in the haze of the sun,
That grills us for so long
Oh how long we suffer this life
Without a thought of giving up
Without wanting to give in
To the sweet relief of oblivion
It seems that we are bound by these fake dreams
By our loves and our fantasies
Our hearts and desires,
That incense that kindles
Do you feel it too?
The warmth on the other side of the rock?
I have my cheek pressed against it
And it burns.
Written By: Niloo Farahzadeh
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