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reality was scary, but your imagination worse
it was marred with a longing;
with a need.
you were becoming less;
just a half self evaporating into dreams.
the final glance of hope was washed up beyond the appearing horizon;
beyond today's reach.
tomorrow would wash up a new life;
strong within,
but unable to break the bonds of the former self weighing it down.
the warning plea to turn back to whats true:
to what's right:
to everything that awakens the sense.
but you are a wanderer,
and you must travel through time; through space;
through thought; through the mind.
you're goal unattainable.
there is no prize.
but, dear wanderer,
you must seek to find your own reality.
it was marred with a longing;
with a need.
you were becoming less;
just a half self evaporating into dreams.
the final glance of hope was washed up beyond the appearing horizon;
beyond today's reach.
tomorrow would wash up a new life;
strong within,
but unable to break the bonds of the former self weighing it down.
the warning plea to turn back to whats true:
to what's right:
to everything that awakens the sense.
but you are a wanderer,
and you must travel through time; through space;
through thought; through the mind.
you're goal unattainable.
there is no prize.
but, dear wanderer,
you must seek to find your own reality.