Knowing that You are safe,
somewhere up there,
is like the most beautiful thing that I have known so far,

But is it possible to distinguish between the border of my flesh and your splendid spirit?

How can I tell apart your infinitely pure spirit from all these bodies flying around in my falsified dreams?
Throwing themselves on walls of my brains...
Knocking on doors,
Looking for a breach to outside?

Not that I forgot your face, no!
It's my eyes that cannot see,
and my consciousness that is locked by keys to your world...

Could I keep you for myself by imprisoning me inside your spirit?

No, No, No...
It's my weakness...

You were greater than the greatest castles ever built,
could never fit in this mortal little world...

And I,
as little as I am,
have no choice,
But take this displeasing breath,
and walk between the lines...