Abiding by imaginary rules,
Defy reality's chaotic flow,
The hours of my life are simple tools,
To make the substance of the matter glow..
Sometimes, I truly catch the gist,
At times I miserably fail,
And see the other side of bliss,
And simply try to be just sane..
Can't keep illusions -
Tricks of lazy hearts,
That make me see the precious dreams,
When I wake up, they tear me apart
And there's nothing clear from within..
At times I see that there are subtle aims,
That govern lives like threads, with art,
That if the being is a game,
Than there are rules, that are precise and smart..
They say that nothing's constant in this world,
It's temporary from the very start,
And I can hope that it's not always cold,
And warms sometimes even my dreamy heart..