Dream StareIt's pretty cruel isin't it?
How people just appear and disappear.
And reappear again, only to vanish into thin air.
All these invisible people, are they merely obstacles?
Or do they make this little difference in our lives?
But one thing's for sure.
In some people;
Music is the soul.
In others maybe different, but what matters is.
With similarity, with difference.
People find a bond in each other.
Just that little weak bond.
And this little weak bond,
Between every person, every thing,
Be it living, non-living, or even non-existent.
It is the little weak bond,
With an infinite number
Of branches.
And this tiny weak,
Little bond.
Is the connection.
It's the link.
It's small but,
It's all we have.
And with this little weak bond,
The whole world, this fragile, perhaps doomed, world,
Is held together.
And with a little piece of ribbon,
I'll help tie up,
That loose end for you.
Because this is who I am,
And this is what I do.
So believe in me.