Like the sand between my toes,
Like those glass droplet
Running down the window.
As a dream you come and go,
Intangible, yet close and breathing
I try to walk on your tall shadow
But it is gone, already fleeing
The current in your shifty eyes
Is nowhere but anchored in me
For intangible short moments -
If only dreams could be reality
You say: leave me, there is no cure:
I've never been the one you know -
Forever going or planning to go,
Rushing into the uncertain future.
I said: then run and I will follow
Loving you is like loving sand or water -
But soon you will look back, realizing
You cannot run without me chasing.
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