The threat of being nothing
A nightmare fills the air
in every waking moment there's a lingering fear
not as a monster, not as a broken dream
but as a question that has no place
What if my road crumbles
what if the ocean washed my footprints far from here
what if the knowledge I tried to share
gone like a feather blown in the wind
If I was erased from ever memory
they washed all traces of who I was
like chalk melting in the rain
what If what I built was knocked over
like a child's castle in the sand
then I awaken, it was only a dream
only time will tell what becomes of me
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