Cruel as the mind has painted it
Dark as the shades have turned it
Clear as it is
I can see now
Tangled up with this amazing maze
No cross at the end of the tunnel
No emergency exit from the woods
The woods of lost senses
Where once I lost myself for good
The voice of the White has faded
The cry of the wolf,pushed down
No sympathy left for the match girl
No eyes to create rain when they gaze
Merely a passion seeking for bridle
Once I could see behind the lines
Ever to search again
Ever to recover the mystery
My feelings crashing on a big wall
And being scattered all around
Never finding their way back to me
The nostalgia of the wild
The yearning of creating fairy tales
Garden smell of gardenias
Leading the mind away from the night
I seek Aurora but never find her there
Where I had left her
Under the willow tree,sleeping
Back to the future
Where you'll never travel
For I will not show you the way
It is mine and mine alone
A precious clandestine cache
Without a spare room for anyone
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