Sometimes we live in a fantasy,
And do things, which we wouldn’t otherwise.
Sometimes we live in a bubble,
And fly to places where we never dream of going.
Sometimes we live in a dream,
And feel things, which we may never feel.
It’s beautiful to live in a fantasy, bubble or dream,
And live the way, you may never in your real world.
It’s fine to forget yourself, and enjoy the pleasures,
Which otherwise are forbidden.
It’s all great, as long as you know it will vanish anytime,
Without giving you any warning or sign of fading out.
Don’t try to hold it tight in your fist,
Just sway with it like a feather in air,
Enjoy and dance in this wonderful phase,
For who knows when it will come back
To bring back the pink on your cheeks and smile on your lips.
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