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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the dream of others, I struggle like a leaf carried by unknown winds, Caught in a web of desires and expectations not my own, my soul a voiceless prisoner, I navigate illusions, a shadow lost in a maze of borrowed dreams, And wonder, with each step, how much of me remains, how much is lost in the abyss. Like a river carving its path through darkened valleys, so flow my thoughts, restless and murky, Seeking the true essence of myself, buried beneath layers of conformity, Three-fourths of me have dissolved into the ocean of others' expectations, And I am left with but a fragment, a pale flicker of what I could have been, of what I am. In the mirror of time, I see distorted reflections of my self, Faces that are not my own, gestures that feel foreign, all dancing to the rhythm imposed by the world, I am an actor on a stage without a curtain, playing roles written by unknown hands, And I wonder if I shall ever claim my own script, my own destiny. In nights that stretch long, when the moon casts its silver glow upon slumbering dreams, I hear distant whispers, calling me to reclaim my lost self, But the dawn brings with it the familiar masks, and once again I am lost in the dance of puppets, Caught between the desire to be myself and the fear of disappointing. I break myself into pieces, offering fragments of me to the world, Three-fourths of my essence melds into the mold of conformity, And I am left with but a fraction, a mere shadow of my unfulfilled potential, An unfinished symphony, a dream shattered into a thousand pieces. In the silence of the night, I dream of liberation, Of the moment when I shall break the chains of others' dreams, When I shall reclaim the three-fourths lost of my being, And dance, finally, to the rhythm of my own heart. But morning comes, and with it, the harsh reality, That I am still ensnared in the web of foreign dreams, A butterfly with wings glued to the spider's web of conformity, Struggling to take flight, yet too weak to break free. And yet, deep within me, a spark of hope still flickers, That one day I shall find the courage to be myself, To reclaim my lost essence and live my own dream, Freed, at last, from the captivity of others' desires.
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