Orifice

My house is in the end of our village,
about me you could heard a lot off
But what do you think is true?

My childhood is sleeping there,

My darling also,
And you!

My village exists just in my dreams,
And sometimes I just stand up
And follow a train of thoughts,

To be real, to be true…
To be like a ferry tale,
Only me and sometimes you.

But my village doesn’t exist,
And you are also not real,
And the only thing that I feel…

Is Orifice