Illusory foundations

When we think in a perfect future
Does we choose only perfect things?
We bring nightmares with our dreams
The future may depend of our aspirations...

If choose to dream, will dream
If choose the opposite, would be
The real mixes with the illusions
"Without the bitter, the sweet is sweet less"
Need to dive in the pain's deep
To feel who each piece
Smaller that could be
It's a single piece, with no price!

Will really each minute a chance to turn it all around?
Under a vanilla sky, everything is possible
The empty mixes with solid illusions
To live intensely the clear or to face the unknown?
Maybe the better way is to wait for other lives

Maybe live like cats
Hoping to rediscover what was lost