The Worlds In My Head
We have wonderful worlds in our heads,
So why aren't they real?
We're all part of an evil game,
Drowning in a sea of banality.
I see a world without destruction,
Where everything blooms and eternal spring.
And each king of his own domain,
There is no bottom for our happiness.
There is no place for death in that world,
And only life is the eternal Queen,
There is a good light everywhere,
And people's lives are carefree.
What a pity that all this is a dream.
These worlds live only in the head.
They often disturb my dreams,
And they seem to be in the foggy haze.
Maybe this is how it should be,
Are we not worthy of eternal happiness?
But how can I forget about those worlds,
When there's bad weather around me?
And I want to run somewhere,
Dreams and reality are not compatible.
And a terrible cold squeezes my chest
Our reality is a dim picture.
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