am i dream or the one who dreaming?
all books are empty, time stands still
you`d be forsaken then forgiven
and then denied in being real
the day is blind, the night is mirror
we all are condemned from the start
there`s no number differs from zero
you broke the glass - i fell apart
i touched a soap-bubble
and disappeared but didn`t felt
now every doubt we have in double
i touched a snowflake and start to melt
here could be your dragons
just empty windowpane instead
there is no past, there`s nothing follows
and even present wasn`t yet
electric thoughts filled up our minds
nightingale sings about uselessness of time
flutes get loud or quiet throughout the theme
and only rhythm stays the same
here could be your dragons
© Copyright: Никита Егоров, 2011
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