ROAD
TOWARDS TRUTH
You
touch my dreams with lips,
Asleep
from truths unspoken
And
you are in a hurry as if we’ll miss
The
fate for which we have the token.
Don’t
tell me I have dreamed in vain –
I
don’t want to feel useless once more!
For
every dream there’s an interpretation sane
But
truth disappears never to restore.
Then
don’t touch my dreams
With
these lips thrilled by fear!
To truth there are lots of ways it seems
And one of them, my lips, is here.