The Infinite Bubble

A spent mind, drowning in a pool of detest Plunging to the depths of no return and a future uncertain The decaying end of a darkness consumed, until the light comes streaming in The ambassadors of hope incessant, knock on the familiar doors of perception Echoes of a distant past come willowing in, greeting the grim voices within The grey mundane calls to close them, the deceitful can try again But wait, a gleam of green and pink in the distance, oh weary eyes are you mistaken? Look at those fields of infinite ambition, and above those tapestries of salvation Take a step, the chains loosen, maybe the encumbered have forgiven Despair fades, a new dawn beckons Let this not be one of those dreams