who you really are

The present isn't but a thorn poisoning me in a moment the future becomes a reality to live in ..

The mud of you is reshaped and reformed anew resurrecting my guard once again ..

The obscure picture silently drawn for you with pleasant colors drizzling over it gloriously where my love is pushed towards ..

Guiding you towards a dream in which the current you isn't but a spine for the whole body to stand on .