I tried looking for my mornings
but the mornings went unfound
Now I realize I despise them
with all their looks, textures and sounds

I tried grasping at my daydreams
They evaporated in my hand
Now I'm living my daydreams
Living ? Yes, I can

Between Daydream and Reality
there is one thin line
And if I am Myself
They both can be mine

Mornings always change
into the afternoon
The moon goes and leaves me
much to soon

Evening gets so dark
and darkness tries to deceive me
But it no longer can
I have my Daydream Reality