In the back waters of reality I know it don’t exist
illusions whisper in the night, that it is a worthy risk.
So many dreams to spoil in a day
just with the words I so need to say.
I stop and I think and I turn away
and wonder who is it, that I truly betray.
In the back waters of reality I tell myself this,
you are an image that no longer exists.
The pretence of the truth of a forgotten kiss,
is that really worthy of the risk?