Maya

I'm Maya...
Illusion, mystery...

Phantom of my own mind, fading into forever,
Under the light waves and the blanket of dreams.
I am losing myself in careless emotions,
Undiscoverable lines and a mystical gleam.

I step into your soul like harp strings,
Flowing through your veins like the blood.
Igniting the fire with passion,
And I'm born anew in the flood!

I'm the game! The illusion! Maya!
A romanticized folkloric trace.
On your lips I will melt like a whisper,
Reflected as light in your face.
I'm the game! The illusion! Maya!

I'm alive in you, unborn, a lofty new heaven,
But a wild, uncontrollable rush of the tide.
Torch of light is the magical spark you are seeking,
Like a pilgrim who's fading away in disguise.

I step into your soul like harp strings,
Flowing through your veins like the blood.
Igniting the fire with passion,
And I'm born anew in the flood!

I'm the game! The illusion! Maya!
A romanticized folkloric trace.
On your lips I will melt like a whisper,
Reflected as light in your face.
I'm the game! The illusion! Maya!

Artful words lead a captive line...
Who am I? I am just your voice...

I'm the game! The illusion! Maya!
A romanticized folkloric trace!
On your lips I will melt like a whisper,
Reflected as light in your face!
I'm the game! The illusion... Maya...

Artful words in a line...
Light ocean tide...
Maya...


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