Chasing the Fickle Dream

We gaze afar beyond the hazy skyline, Where distant stars entice with phantom light, Where sweet illusions leave us blind, The more we seek, the less we find. We often dream of a better future world, Of what might have been, but passed us by, That we might find a different bliss nearby, Mistaking fantasies for real gold. Not in the phantom, not in "if" or "maybe," But in what's near, what breathes and lives right here – There lies the truth, so crystal clear, To find relief and peace, so soft and dear. What we yearn for is often not our fate, It's nothing but a colorful façade. We step inside this gilded cage, Embracing future suffering and rage. Our minds are clouded by a fickle dream, We often chase what's meaningless and vain, Exchanging souls for tinsel gain, Just following a faint and distant gleam. Not in the phantom, not in "if" or "maybe," But in what's near, what breathes and lives right here – There lies the truth, so crystal clear, To find relief and peace, so soft and dear. ---------------------------------------------------- Lyrics by ©♫ НадИИн ♫