Simulacrum

Sometimes it goes like a plane Too far to even catch it With your eye I wish i could make a plan I wish i could make it To fall from the sky I'm asking myself again Why are you smiling Remembering somebody's smile Getting closer to the same Person i was some years ago Getting closer to the life But these imaginations Are not that useful Like they would be If i was a creation Not an illusion Which only wants to be But now I'm so close To the point Don't cry like you're lost You're not going With me To the end The trees Here are black