Why to wish?
Why to dream?
Why to desire?
To have a litle breath,
to have a litle faith,
to have something to believe on.
Why to think?
Why to foresee?
Why to speculate?
To have a litle rest from the present,
to have a sensation of control of what could be,
to travel in the ways of a reality that may never exist.
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