AllThatIsLeft
May 27th, 2009, 09:50 PM
Life as a Picture
At a glance i see a picture,
moving figures, all fictitious.
Reality isn't real,
not even dreams seem surreal.
A thought is rich and fortunate.
a rare gracious opportunity.
mere fragments of my imagination,
a cold and desolated station.
There's no warmth to this life,
only lies, a pretty painted pictures.
They reflect nothing of what's real.
Only hopes and dream,
they will never become real
At a glance i see a picture,
moving figures, all fictitious.
Reality isn't real,
not even dreams seem surreal.
A thought is rich and fortunate.
a rare gracious opportunity.
mere fragments of my imagination,
a cold and desolated station.
There's no warmth to this life,
only lies, a pretty painted pictures.
They reflect nothing of what's real.
Only hopes and dream,
they will never become real