Lost in the void of the obscuity, and twisted dreams.
Lost on a path that's been walked thousands of times.
In the midst of disarray; persistently seeking a leading light.
Awakening day after day, never in tranquility.
Unsettling.
What is reality?
What is a dream?
A reverie...no.
Time passing, hope was rapidly dwindling.
Hope as thin as thread, but alas a light!
Let it flourish.
Let it open that door of openmindness.
Freedom and sweet sweet tranquility.
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Elude Reality
PoetryBreathe in. Breathe out. And once the comprehension strikes of actuality not being what it appears to be, embrace the jaunt. Do not look back.
