It's continued...

You think is some insomnia thing I have?

I think I just don’t want this to end.

The dreams are to be reality.

Afraid not to be.

I finally see that has always been just me.

I knew this before, but now I know a bit more.

The goals and the illusions are all fake,

What your heart desires, that’s what you have to make.

Of course, we near, still hear, so don’t escape,

But be present in your heart the way you are in your head.

So why do you have a dream in the first place?

Have you ever asked that question in this human race?

If we all do things only for ourselves,

Why do you need an audience to clap you back?

To prove you that you are worth it?

When only you can tidy your messed up bed.

And you believed this untruth, ‘cus from rejection you are afraid.

A rejection that you made.

It never existed; you were actually free instead.

And I was asking this question.

So, at the time I didn’t follow my mind.

I mean the creative side.

I was more dedicated to the fight.

Knowing only that to be right… in the moment…only.

Now again I’m more free.

Others also, but now some still don’t see.

And why do I mention others?

When this I write about me?

However, the answer is here.

The question now is:

Do you want to still ask?

‘Cus you are filled with fear.

Or complete the task.

That at the end, only you will care about my dear.