Two paths diverge in a narrow wood
and I, driven by ambition,
deviate from reality and
choose another dimension.
Two doors appear;
I close my eyes.
I favor blind fear,
letting nightmares
brush my eyelids.
Some say that dreams
are a tribulation
a battle wrought
between day and night.
In a garden of tangled vines
I throw myself against the thorns
to contemplate what darkness sees.
Monsters must go about their business, too.
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 6:50 PM UTC
Two paths diverge in a narrow wood
and I, driven by ambition,
deviate from reality and
choose another dimension.
Two doors appear;
I close my eyes.
I favor blind fear,
letting nightmares
brush my eyelids.
Some say that dreams
are a tribulation
a battle wrought
between day and night.
In a garden of tangled vines
I throw myself against the thorns
to contemplate what darkness sees.
Monsters must go about their business, too.
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