I am not deceived.
I do not think it’s going to be summer because the sun doesn’t want go to bed.
Because birds sings it’s most beautiful serenade.
In a blink of an eye, the flowers will yet again change faith before my eyes.
The grass will forgot their pureness and die young.
I am not deceived.

You said ”you can’t live in a fake world and find something real”.
All I ever wanted - is to win in life by losing myself in to someone kind.
Now I’m stranded with warm nights and cold drinks.
I guess though that the dream will always stay the same, even if the look of it changes.
Hopefully I have grown wiser.
I will not be deceived.