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Dreams Locked In a Cage
Conspiracy theories dreams locked in a cage Screams become silent as peace conquers rage The means justify the way or maybe I have it wrong I try to hang on but this journey is so long. Gentle rain falls washing away all that passed It’s within my reach yet I still can’t grasp Mirrors reflect, like the eyes mirror the soul If you want to pass this way you must pay the toll. Fragments of memories sooth my weary mind So much looks different as my thoughts realign I look inside myself and see signs that change can grow I feel like a lost soul, swimming in a fish bowl. Transparent the shadows seem to unveil the truth The dreams in the cage begin to get loose Gray skies, the white blankets the barren ground It falls from the heavens without making a sound. I find myself up on the high wire Where one side is ice and the other is fire They meet in the middle I find my desire I lose concept of time as my mind does tire. Chronicles of things that are yet to be Swirl in the wind and then come to me Through these eyes I think I see, The person that I always want to be.
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