Enveloped in a sentiment,

a sound that rushes over me.

Engage an impulse to pretend

I have a faith as pure.

Not forgetting what it means to dream.

Indulging everything.

Entertaining thoughts that I've the strength

of those I yearn to be.

Cheers and tribute greet the saviours.

Reckless thoughts survive.

Anachronistic and impulsive.



And what will happen?

Will I dream?

I am too scared to close my eyes.

For a second please hold me.

None can change in me these things that I believe.

But I don't know what happens now.

I am too scared to close my eyes.