When we think in a perfect future Does we choose only perfect things? We bring nightmares with our dreams The future may depend of our aspirations...
If choose to dream, will dream If choose the opposite, would be The real mixes with the illusions "Without the bitter, the sweet is sweet less" Need to dive in the pain's deep To feel who each piece Smaller that could be It's a single piece, with no price!
Will really each minute a chance to turn it all around? Under a vanilla sky, everything is possible The empty mixes with solid illusions To live intensely the clear or to face the unknown? Maybe the better way is to wait for other lives
Maybe live like cats Hoping to rediscover what was lost
