We found a room with a window
To keep out the rain.
We share this room with a chair
To take a rest.
Every picture is placed and every clock is stay.
Time will not add colors and all the things are gray.
Tell me. What is real?
Future or those past days
What is next to you?
Past or those coming days
I can't change for you
But new pages will do.
So draw for the red lines in your book.
Let the story continue.
Then I'm fading in your eyes.
Write the story of yourself.
Then I'm leaving from your life.
You know life is worth reading
But I’m not always your best memory.
You feed me with all your food
Till I become the monster eats you.
Tell me. What is real and next to you?
Future or those past days.
Past or those coming days.