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Sitting here at my desk, lying in my bed, driving my car or spending time with friends

It doesn’t really make any difference because the mind is a tricky thing

It makes you hallucinate, drives you insane, keeps you at bay and sometimes drives you to your grave



No matter how hard I try, no matter what I force myself to do

The thought of you inside my mind keeps on dwelling in the desert sand

Ruff is the road that leads to the oasis of our secret meeting place…



The tougher the road the more I want to get there

The harder it seems the more I need to get there

Slowly but surely I get to the green grass with tall trees and blue waters

There you stand awaiting my arrival with flowers in your hair and a smile to stop time itself…



I meet up with you while your hand is stretched out to me

I take you eager awaiting fingers in mine and come a little closer to you

Now that we are here, me resting against a tree with you in my arms, the peaceful state of mind is the only thing that keeps me sane, or at least so I think



I can’t tell you this so I’ll say it now, through my work that dwells somehow

So many times I’ve been trying to answer this

Does this happen to you or am I the only one in torment?

Maybe and possibly not to the same extend but in reality the same trivial torment



Funny how the clouds on the horizon draws near and makes me realize that even if it rains the sun would still be shining somewhere…

I close my eyes tonight once more and the sun indeed continues to shine even when it rains…