In a world of dreams, where hope dissolves into nothingness
In a world of dreams, where hope dissolves into nothingness,
Life is a drunken beggar, reaching out to its own shadow,
Phantasms of illusions passing through its troubled mind,
Like a sea of shadows crashing over cliffs of old memories,
A grave of unfulfilled desires, crucified on the cross of forgetfulness.
Sleep is the shadow of death, but more than that, it's a breeze of sweet oblivion,
A balm for the soul wounded by existence, a fold of tranquility,
Where I will completely lose myself, dissolved into nothingness, healed from the pain of being,
Like a leaf carried by the autumn wind, detached from its branch,
Falling gently, without noise, into the silence of eternity.
Dreams blend with reality, a labyrinth of thoughts and feelings,
A river of images flowing endlessly, washing the shores of the soul,
Where the drunken beggar continues to wander, searching for a lost light,
A hope unraveling in his trembling hands, like sand from an hourglass,
And the night, with its black mantle, envelops everything in sweet forgetfulness.
When I depart, completely lost and gone, a faded echo in the vastness of time,
I will melt into the silence of infinity, a point of light in the ocean of darkness,
Leaving behind the pain of being, like a shadow disappearing in the morning light,
And life, that drunken beggar, will continue to wander in search of the lost dream,
In a world of phantasms, where hope dissolves into nothingness.
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Dan Enache
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