Wellcome to my Neverland, where all I wish exist
shadows of reality, fought by my exorcist.
A fact out there is only a prospect,
a hope that never turns to be true,
which live in the ruins of frosen actions,
of desperate dreams and unsaid wants.
I came from past, I rule the future,
but never give in present time
the everlasting gifts of real.
I am the mystery, you always lived for,
I am the possible, beyond your view,
I represent all things inside you,
the infinite powers of you.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
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