#nautelladay

Is it possible that I live a life full of dreams? And dream, dreams full of life, Is it possible to loose sight? Sight of what we dreamed about. I remember I was afraid to cry, But then I never really had no reason to cry, To love is to feel, Feel what is called something strange. Do I say too much? Because when I start I don’t know where to end, It’s confusing, The glimmer of hope never stands by my side. Life is never easy, You might even think it’s strange, But comprehension is the art of life, Comprehension of another point of view. Illusions is what my life is lived by, The art of seeing what does not subsist, If you think it’s hard to question, Trying answering, Answering what I cannot comprehend.