If you ever wondered
What’s behind the curtain
The whispers of the night…if you only listened
The bubble proudly glistens
Afraid we stand aside
Knowing that if pressure is presented
It may pop and never existed
Much like the dream
We remember vividly
Speak word for word of what we linger on the tongue
As if the tanned skin were touched by the sun
Proof
Poof
Only if we wondered
Let go of the summered
Mumbling out terrified applications of false allegories
Temporary
Lost
In dreams of rhythmic like schemes
Bubbles float away
Left the reflections of lakes
Hiding behind capes
Curtains are pulled
No dreamer shall be fooled.
- N.V.S
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