Dripping colors of a distant image
Reveal a shape that I can't see
They paint the trail of a dream
But distance is more than I can breathe.
Still far away, still cold
Continues after the ad
My aura chokes me
Lies to me loves me
And despises me
Yet in the end
She whispers to me:
"...But remember,
You'll always be closer than it seems,
You'll stay forever embraced
In the birth of a hidden dream."
How could I?
Too late to realize
That shape was the same as me.