Reflection in the water
fade and disappear
illusions that mine eyes can see
but cannot touch nor hear.
And now I come to ask myself
Are you really real?
If I reach out to take your hand
will it be your hand I feel?
You might be an illusion
My eyes might be deceiting me
you could be someone that I made up
A wish, a dream, a fantasy
Question like these just make doubt stronger
creating a kind of inner hunger
in quite solitude I ponder
leaving my mind to search and wonder
if life is so much like a dream
and things are not always what they seen
then let me walk this road with you
until our wakening is dust.