| After all this, maybe I am alone after all. How can I be surrounded by all these people And I still feel as if I am alone? After all this, I realize I never did stop being by myself. You never did manage to enter into me And my space was never penetrated. There never were all those illusions That I could be infinitessimally happy, And there were never times That I could have ended the world. After all this, maybe My life is a dream. Maybe I imagined you up And maybe I am creating my own pain. This be so, then I am building my own end And maybe, I am creating my own doom. |
| The Undream |
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