I see clearly all my dreams
you imagine your whole life
I know chance is always near
with a mind full of conceit
Make my own reality
do you even know the truth
just imagine
Boundaries are open
Cause you cannot control this
dreams keep slipping from my hands
My reality differs from yours
I must do just what I feel
The power of imagination is strong
keep trying, again and again
So we only try to imagine
Will the force be so strong it will control one's mind?
Will this power delude or widen the madness that renders blind?
So the frontiers of our conceit
then will become indistinct to vanish in thin air
Boundaries are open
But don't believe it's real
So does faith have roots in imagination?
Who is right in the grim and endless fight for revelation?
I cannot tell what's right or wrong
For we all dwell in imaginary borderland
Boundaries are open
But don't believe it's real
