These lucid dreams destroy all reality
And as I sit and write these words
I realize I write so that one day I may right my wrongs
And as these words progress,
Encapsulated in the eye of the storm
I think about you…whoever you may be,
And the day the world stops turning.
But until that day
The world will rage on
It will fulfill its destiny and mine,
Hidden in the clouds
Until the day the rain will bring it to the tips of our tongues
Until the day we are given the courage to speak our destiny
…And finally accept our lives for what they are.
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