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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required As I lay here in a prison cell of my lost dreams and imaginations. The many ambitions and passions that I once held so highly, slowly start to slither away. As I stay locked away because of the many distractions and temptations that behold amongst the outside world. I slowly curl my eyelids shut from the realities that are of today. Though I may dream amongst the heavenly stars that illuminate the nightly sky. Even in my dreams I hide from my own thoughts and fears. But when my heart comes near to the idea that generates the motor area of my brain. I suddenly refrain from my own dream as the words doubt and fear quickly become my vocabulary ally. And as I awake I look to get high just to start a chemical reaction with the neutrons to create a temporary distraction to my very own time. For you see its time that I battle with on a daily basis. And as the faces of the clock slowly move in a circular circumference. My reluctance to disagree that time simply waits for no man is acceptable. When it is actually regrettable to think time is simply on my side. But I still hide from the happiness that is destined to be. I can literally hear it call out to me through the vibrations thumbing off my cell block wall. Yet I sit here like if I need destiny to call and give me every instruction on how to reach her. Why am I so fixated on words instead of actions? And why are distractions so pleasant while dreams are so feared. For you see its fear that tells me to come near. And as a tear rolls from my face. I sit here mirroring the father sun until it's replaced by its sister darkness. Because in all honestly fear to me seems so heartless to my very own heart. But then I realize it's fear that simply wants to break me apart and put me back together again. Then fear will call herself friend and change her name to dream. So I can ride this bumpy road to finally reach my destiny.
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