Caged Whispers

We have dreams too...

Dreams with many faces.

Red hair waving down on a lazy wind,

Or dark hair whirling around on a insane storm.

Look around and see, we can be everything.
We can be anything.




But after all, above all this. There is something better to be. There is a higher magic, sliding up around your fingers.
Above all costumes, theatres and masks, above all dreams I could hold onto.

The is something better to live.

We can be higher than this.

We can be who we already are.

In every universe, every single world.

I still love you.

May her be red or violine, she remains my Lily.

And yes, I could have turned mad.
I could have turned bad.

If she ever fell in someone else's arms.