The Nail Is Out?

So many stories crossing every day
some of them lightly touch
some others almost fray
a glance is quite enough
one glance’s a nail
that burning holes my head
ooooh
the second holes my heart
ooooh
that suddenly makes me dream
ooooh
a dream I’ve never dreamed
Only a little moment that flows away from me
that’s not a farewell
and not the end of the dream
the time of glances' ended
And the nail is out
the hole, well, it remains
ooooh
the past only a wound
ooooh
the future is a dream
ooooh
the past that will always be
ooooh
The nail is out
the hole remains
physical distance
inner closeness