Never thought of making me confuse,
Something like a working memory.
Maybe you forget about the clues,
Without a change of mind and momentary.
Alone or sitting on a lucid dreaming,
Try to stay a little while awake,
The pain and dreams of having trouble sleeping,
The way of life becomes a big mistake.
Is slowly fading from the heart awaken,
Living like a working memory.
I feel the pain and such an aggravation,
A part of you religious ecstasy.
Would you consider me a new sensation,
Wander through the words of repetition,
Write a dream without an explanation,
Feel the pain of mental discipline.
Thanks for reading through!
