Night and Day
Night passes into day, day passes into night.
Each hour steers the course of the time we know of as life.
Walking slowly forwards on a track moving in the other way. We face the same questions, the same fears day after day after day.
Striking a balance between what is dream, desire and fixed in our souls.
Doubting is a disease that makes our dreams unfold.
Perhaps destiny plays a hand or perhaps it’s just simple, pure luck. We never really know as we’re dredging through the muck.
But holding on to a dream is a powerful light of hope.
Holding onto your dream maybe the answer to shut up all your woes.
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