Breathe

Had I the sky within reach,
To see it change from day to night
and likewise from night to day.

To be able to make time stop.
To be able to hold one breath
and feel each breath that you take.

What if dreams could lurk in reality?
What if reality becomes a matter of dreams?
If dreams were to become the cloths of the living,
will the living soar up to the sky?

Had I the sky within reach,
Had I the power to turn night to day,
would I stop or move on?

Would you make me stop or move on?
Would you make me stop?
Shall we forever take our breaths together?

Would you make dreams come true,
Would you soar up high,
Would you change night to day,
Had you the sky within reach?

Do not change nor stay the same,
Do not stop nor continue moving,
Do not think nor remain blank.
Breathe