If I dream about you, does it mean you'll appear into my life
Will my subconscious predict your appearance
or will I simply understand a question that my learning resisted to ask
When you come into my dreams, it's not your face, body, or personality that I remember
But rather, your feeling, the way you looked, your actions and behavior care
You usually leave me something, that adds to my security
and yet you balance it with something, that lets me see your flawed beauty
How could this be, a clash between the first and the second
When the first is aiming to be comprehended
and the second, simply being surrounded by where I love to sit free
And yet you both have your own ways, one full of my memory pictures
and another some sort of respective loyalty
The mystery which was rare, becomes a normal living
The mystery simply loses its need for air, and regains a sense of creativity
You see, when you really are rare, you are yourself
You create, attract your wants, and gain stability
This is me, becoming part of humanity, the one I love.
