Natasha Romanova - The laws

The wall between the mind and the matter
Is still a part of an evolving game
But even when I feel it's getting better
I'm still surrounded by everlasting pain

A drama is theatrical conclusion
To circumstances I create myself
Reality is only an illusion
I only want that which I cannot have

I only measure colors of the movement
And sounds of the voices I perceive
Connection doesn't need to be as proven
As all the signs I indeed received

I can move on, move forward, stay behind
I can convert to anything and still
I still insist on following my mind
And watch my heart becoming weak and ill

Take off my mask that's made of separation
Put on the unity that's made of love
The laws that govern me and my creation
Still work for us below and above

Natasha Romanova

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