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I am locked up inside a house of solid glassopen the every look of ones who passmoments of fantasy trade with those of voidimages of reposerepress worldly toil
I can't tell the difference between what's real and dreamis this the land of richesthe path to our source?is this the only key to unlock all doors?or has my fantasy once again fooled me?will these signs I see next fail to free me?I can't tell the difference between what's real and dreamit's as if I awake from the deepest sleepand as if the road to being seems less steepthese glassy walls that have surrounded mebreak and give way for a flow of energythe freedom I soughtand for which I have paidstrides over my strongly built barricadesthe self I really amthat was once disguisedevolves to the fulleststarts it's steady riserids the broken pieces of my shattered pastit overcomes the fearweight, I've lost at lastnow there's just spaceendlessly new to methe flash of light enables me to seeand my view touches horizons as sereneas the source of all that I have ever dreamed
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