How often we blind
With imagination and with dreams
How often we breath
To clear our lids, to see
To see, clear blue sky through woods
Quite often, light falls on the other side of leafs
How often brown looks brown
Once in a while, moon look at us.
When we act, we look through them
How often we have to decide
How often we revise the romance
Been a while, I have to pay a visit to ocean.