Again I have to bury Wishes upon regrets All stillborn Wrapped in plastic and dead The drama unraveling Leaves no trace on the surface Unmoving like a gravestone I could fool me too A whole year of it Took place Only in my head The horror is the disconnection Between the inside and the outside Dreaming is Dangerous Or is it me Mistaking myself for a stone? Meanwhile, Face to face with time I now have certainty That had I broken through the threshold The dreaming would have yielded In living exactly The thing deemed impossible By my undisturbed Uncertainty It's a self-made cemetery Embarrassing and secret I am the stonemason And the idiot brick I carve me and I encrypt Dreaming is dangerous Or is it me Mistaking myself for a stone If I could offer a sacrifice Would it gnaw on the sadness Contently elucidating me Would I be Phoenix-like Rising unafraid? No more in a dream state Just me in the mirror The same one that sings Dreaming is dangerous Or is it me Mistaking myself for a stone