"I want to catch a star," people tell me,
those who take refuge in me and kept a personal appointment.
I see the stars, yet I feel its remoteness,
as impossible, unattainable, until something insane.
Why wish for the impossible, there are so many other things around?
I wonder to myself, the more I keep hearing
callus and those dreamers, night and day Could it be because I'm your dream?.
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