Waves of the Mist
As though life turns round and it feels like forever.
My visions are still incomplete.
I strive further and further for my unknown dream.
Always coming back to nowhere.
I fall face first into the sand.
Hoping these are grains of knowledge.
Dreams of beauty.
The wind in my eyes.
But I never see the truth.
I roll in reality sifting for a god.
He isn't home.
These shells of sorrow, they always catch me.
They pull me down.
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