Can this be real?
Or is it just a dream?
Never been like this for years,
Oh how wonderful the thrill is.
But although it seems to be true,
Still things cannot be proved.
For I live in a different time and space
There is no way we can be ever in the right place.
It somehow disturbs me too
Because I am so preoccupied by you
Too much that I cannot concentrate anymore
To the things that I should prioritize more
Most of the time I just want to stop
But then, I still am the first to start
In showing signs and intentions
Without considering the consequences of situations
Now please, just give me these last few days
To breathe and to think, and to myself say:
There is a chance for these temporary feelings
To soon just fade and cease