In
the middle of a dark night
I
was alone thinking and awaken
Thousand
miles separated
Yet
so close I could feel it by side
Sitting
alone I was not sure
How
such feels began to develop
Or
when does it is start
Because
it never been meant intentionally
Or
happens consciously
I
am still thinking about it
Was
it for real or just illusions?
No
indication or solid judgement
Yet I could feel it warm and sound
In
the action that suspiciously shown
With
the lips sealed and no word spoken
Yet
the reaction is likely to confirm
Until
the little heart starts to grown
I am still thinking about it
Was
it for real or just illusions?
The
conscious mind starts to guess
Was
it for real or just illusions?
